Within the temple, Saintess Kelly stood below the statue of God. She was staring at the divine artifact, the Mask of Faross. Her slender white fingers gently stroked the red sun on the white mask, as if caressing the face of a lover.
The divine palace remained brightly lit in the dead of the night. It illuminated the entire temple. The prayers to gods were endless. The Saintess and her acolytes, as His servants, were maintaining the divine palace.
There was a rush of hurried footsteps behind her. But Kelly did not turn around. Instead, she carefully placed the mask onto her face, asking, "Our army has lost, hasn't it?"
Pope Hodap's hurried footsteps immediately halted the moment that he saw the Saintess. He felt instantly relieved at just the sight of her.
"Yes, we lost. The wizards and the Owl Knights annihilated our 50,000-strong army at Attica. Even Martin, who was a saint, died."
