The Altar withdrew from the wall with nothing to show for their failed assault, yet strangely, they remained composed. Arlos, staying within the sanctuary, found it odd—no, the very nature of this place was a mystery in itself.0

"This place seems to be divided into several different facilities, is it?" Arlos asked as she walked down the dim corridor alongside a low-ranking priest she had recently become somewhat familiar with.0

"Accommodations, schools, dining halls, and training grounds for battle priests—we have spent decades of our lives within this sanctuary," the priest replied, briefly glancing at Arlos.0

“In this darkness?”0

"Yes. But soon, that will no longer be necessary. When God returns, He will cast judgment upon the godslayers of this continent and lead us into a new, untainted world—one where He shall walk among us once more."1

Their beliefs were nothing short of fanatical, and their perspective on history and worldview were starkly different from those of the continent.0

“Godslay?”3

"Yes. In the distant past, the people of this continent slew God and built their nations upon that sin. Such a crime can never be forgiven."0

To them, the people of the continent—more precisely, their ancestors—had slain God, staining their bloodline with an unforgivable sin. Every descendant was marked as a godslayer by birth.0

In contrast, the Altar regarded itself as the last true faith, the only religion sanctioned by the divine, devoted to the resurrection of their fallen god. And when their god rose once more, they believed he would bring judgment upon the continent.0

"Is there another plan now that the wall still stands?"0

The Altar’s plan was to send their vanguard to break through the wall, then, just as the southern...0