More than three hundred kilometers from the City of Hope stood a towering mountain, where a massive temple, the Temple of Light, had been constructed.
Within the temple, a statue of the Bright God over thirty feet tall was enshrined, carved entirely from a single piece of radiant white stone.
A middle-aged man dressed in white robes stood silently beneath the statue, appearing as insignificant as an ant compared to it.
His head bowed, his face was completely concealed by a hood. Behind him, seven or eight elderly men in scarlet robes stood respectfully, enveloped in a solemn silence.
After a long while, the man slowly raised his head and lowered his hood, revealing a resolute visage.
