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Order City.
Atop a towering bell tower in the southern part of the central region.
Beneath the immense stone statue of the Truth Sect that silently rose at the top level, a nun in a deep black habit knelt with absolute devotion, her hands pressed together in prayer.
And near the bell tower.
Electricity crackled and thunder roared continuously.
Bolts of lightning, more ferocious than the faces of demons, screamed past the vicinity of the tower, tearing through the air at low altitude and causing slight distortions in the space around the bell tower.
"Is this... the apocalypse?"
The nun opened her eyes, her pale face still calm, only her uncontrollably trembling eyelashes betraying the unease in her heart.
She knelt there.
Standing ten meters behind her was a thin, inconspicuous man, but with eyes that radiated resolute Will.
It was Butterfly, the current city lord of Canning.
"It has been so since half a year ago."
