Several hundred years before the era of mankind,
There lived a woman who prayed ceaselessly to the gods, her faith unwavering. She was married to a farmer in a remote region, yet for ten years, she remained childless. Life was harsh—her body was thin, and she endured hunger daily.
People told her that the gods would not change her suffering, urging her to abandon her prayers. But the woman simply replied,
"I do not think my life is miserable at all."
The very next day, she conceived. She believed it was a blessing granted by the gods. When the time came, she gave birth to a daughter and, with a peaceful smile, passed away while holding her child.
At the moment of her birth, the child opened her eyes and spoke:
"I have come to save mankind."
Humanity revered her, and she became known as—
"The Holy Saintess."
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