Drifting World, Sacrifice Church.
The cathedral was spotlessly clean, with bright red banners nearly filling the hall. on the wooden benches sat many mortals with varied expressions, some shrouded in gloom, others drenched in sweat, still others clasping their hands and praying in hushed tones, and some showing hesitation, unsure of what conflicted them.
And on the podium, a figure clad in red with the shadow of a dragon was giving an impassioned speech. His exaggerated form occupied a strikingly prominent spot on the podium, and his booming voice didn't even require a loudspeaker:
"Do you know how sorrowful the current social environment of the Drifting World is? Do you know how much a loaf of bread costs in the capital of the Black Forest Kingdom!"
"Five hundred Gold Coins!"
"Mortals, today I am telling you that despite the numerous hardships, you still have a brand-new path to choose!"
