Old Man P., once a powerful and feared ruler, now finds himself on the brink of madness. The loss of all his subordinates to the new cult has shattered his sanity and left him consumed by paranoia. In addition, he must constantly fear that Cardinal Bertrand will make his warning real.
No longer able to maintain control over the slum, chaos reigns supreme. As the news of Old Man P.'s defeat spreads through the slum, despair takes hold of its residents. The once orderly and structured community descends into anarchy and disarray. Without the presence of Old Man P.'s troops to enforce his rule, most people are left to fend for themselves.
In the absence of a centralized authority, small gangs and cults emerge, vying for power and control over the destitute slum. These groups, fueled by desperation and hunger, exploit the vulnerability of the residents.
The lack of resources, malnutrition, and deteriorating living conditions further cloud the minds of the slum dwellers, making them susceptible to manipulation. Dark alleyways once bustling with life became treacherous paths, filled with violence and uncertainty. The once tight-knit community fractures into factions, each fighting for survival and dominance.
Fear and mistrust permeate the air, creating an atmosphere of constant tension. The once bustling marketplace, headquarters of Old ManP, now stands abandoned and decaying. Shattered stalls and plundered warehouses serve as haunting reminders of a time when order still lingered. The streets, once vibrant with activity, are now filled with the remnants of broken dreams and shattered lives.
The slum, once a microcosm of resilience and unity, is now a shadow of its former self.The inhabitants, plagued by hunger, illness, and despair wandered, like zombies, aimlessly through the maze-like streets. They are mere shells of their former selves, lost in a sea of uncertainty and chaos.
In this atmosphere of turmoil, Old Man P. retreats further into his delusions, unable to comprehend the consequences of his actions. The slum, once under his iron grip, has slipped through his fingers, leaving him as a lonely and tormented figure.
As the sun sets on the desolate slum, its inhabitants continue their struggle for survival.
The once authorrative ruler, now a broken man, huddled in the corner of the same warehouse where Esther used to steal the sacred medium and the food. He layed there, holed up behind empty crates, talking to himself like a madman.
"How?How?How? How can this be possible? I had 400 subordinates and even thirty Scarlet Knights! He will kill me...kill...kill...hahahahahah- Urgh"
"You're right. He will kill you." A familiar voice resounded as a knife pierced his back.
*blum*
Old Man P. fell to the ground and saw the mysterious person. The same person who was sent by the Cardinal to provide him with strategies and advices.
"Cardinal Bertrand sends his regards." with a wave of hands and a smile, the mysterious person vanished behind the empty crates.
Old Man P, now bathing in his own blood, watched with utter disbelief as the ambusher disappeared and his life vanished.
***
As the Domain rose from the ashes of war, the toll of the battle became painfully clear. Nearly all of their knights had been lost. The victory had come at a devastating cost, and in the days that followed, grief hung heavily over the survivors. Every corner of the Domain was touched by mourning, as the people honored their fallen protectors, friends, family or husbands.
But despite the weight of their sorrow, there was no time to succumb to despair. Discipline ruled their hearts, and even in their grief, the people knew what needed to be done. The battle had taught them a bitter lesson. The price they paid could have been far less had there been a wall to shield them. Without a proper defense, the knights had been easily overwhelmed, and now, with so few left to defend them, they could not afford such a vulnerability again.
The work began immediately. Using what little resources remained and salvaging materials from the ruins of nearby buildings and plundering the old headquarter of old Old P., the people set to constructing a wall around the Domain. Plundered timber, stone, and iron were repurposed, painstakingly crafted into the fortifications that should have been there from the start. Under Kami's silent watch, they toiled day and night, the sound of hammers ringing through the air—a somber echo of the battle that had so recently raged.
Each stone placed in the wall was a reminder of the lives lost in its absence. And as the wall rose, so too did their resolve. They would not allow another tragedy like this to befall them.
In the first days after the battle, the people worked tirelessly, their tears mixing with the sweat of their labor. Though the pain of loss lingered, their faith remained unshaken. They knew that by constructing this wall, they were ensuring that their sacrifices would not be in vain. And slowly, as the wall grew higher, the grief that had gripped them began to soften, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose and hope for the future.
As the wall rose, so did the number of new believers aswell. The chaos that reigns in the slum led them to the Divinum Square, attracted by the rising wall and bustling streets. Everyone who steps into Divinum's territory for the first time is baffled by the smiling faces and healthy bodies that greets them.
***
While the Domain flourishes under Kami's divine guidance, the slum descends further into chaos.
Stripped of Old Man P.'s control, lawlessness and desperation grip the streets. Gangs, fueled by scarcity and desperation, vie for power and dominance, turning the slum into a battleground of rival factions. Cults emerged, kidnapping woman and kids to sacrifice them to the - according to them- raging gods in an attempt to calm them down. Psychos...
As the divide between the Domain and the slum deepens, the contrast became massive. Within the Domain's boundaries, a harmonious coexistence thrives, guided by Kami's teachings of love, compassion, and unity.
Meanwhile, the slum bears witness to a cycle of violence and strife, as rival gangs clash for control over limited resources. The lack of order and governance further exacerbate the plight of its residents, who are left to fend for themselves in a world devoid of hope.
In this environment of desperation, the allure of the Domain and its promise of security grows stronger, attracting even more faithful followers to its sanctuary.
The dichotomy between the two worlds becomes increasingly pronounced, emphasizing the transformative power of faith and the sanctuary the Domain provides to those in need.
Meanwhile, the slum grapples with its own internal strife, trapped in a cycle of violence and despair.
Yet, the allure of the Domain persists, drawing in more souls seeking redemption, as the God of Salvation's light continues to guide and protect those who have found solace within its sacred embrace.