The wind blows over the kingdom of Tamis, the winds carry with them the blessing of Tamir. The people of this Theocracy believe that wind carries the messages of their god. A few months ago a glorious maelstrom had brought with it two heroes. Children from another world who will save them from the coming doom. Be it demons or monsters, they will destroy them all.
The Supreme Pontiff Ulysses Payne, the fifteenth, standing in front of his statue in the papal palace. Rubbing his bald looking at the younger version of himself. Letting out a sigh and looking at the two children in chains before him. "Did you know? I am not the youngest Pontiff ever. A shame really, as I have every other record in the kingdom. Including now because of you two, the fourth holy crusade is on my shoulders. It will be a glorious and righteous campaign, and we will bring death to all our enemies.
