Outside the Crimson Realm, in a dilapidated church within the slums of Stellarburg, a middle-aged man dressed in priestly garb, with a kind face, stood beneath a statue, whispering prayers.
In front of him lay an infant, swaddled and pale.
A woman in tattered clothes, her face wan, knelt on the ground with hands clasped together, praying devoutly, "May the Lord bless my child and drive away the calamity from him..."
After a long while, the priest slowly closed the book in his hands and kindly said to the woman, "The prayer ritual is complete, the evil has been vanquished. After a good sleep, your child will be well."
Just as the priest had said, the infant, who had been on the brink of death, now miraculously began to look rosy.
He wriggled his little mouth, already deeply asleep, indistinguishable from a healthy child.
The woman hurried forward, carefully picking up the baby.
