Beloved Mother Goddess...
If your loving gaze had ever turned towards your poor children...
Why, why must we suffer such misery?
In the dim temple, a slender figure trembled incessantly in the shadows.
She raised her head, looking at the lofty and faceless statue of the goddess, her eyes filled with incomprehension and resentment.
For the sake of this clay and wooden sculpture, the lamia race had gone through numerous hardships and weathered many storms, but now... they were about to fall under the evil cult.
"..."
Was this the fate of the lamia race, who had devoted countless years of loyalty to the Mother Goddess?
Fewer and fewer new lives were being born, and more and more tribesmen were suffering from this painful illness, with almost no exceptions.
