In the far east of the continent lies a secret society known as the Altar. Their aim is to resurrect an ancient, deceased God, and they have established their base in a sanctuary within the desolate wasteland called the Land of Destruction.0

Entirely devoted to God's return, they dedicate their lives to this singular purpose, never doubting their beliefs or hesitating to sacrifice themselves. Bound by a dream as a medium—a vision that came to them like a revelation—each follower received the same blessing, pursued the same goal, and built a proud religion in anticipation of God's return.1

"It is truly astonishing."0

That was the reason why the Altar coveted Deculein's knowledge of the runic language. God himself had conveyed this desire through the dreams of his followers.0

“Is that professor diverging from his father’s path?”0

However, Deculein had rejected the Altar's proposal, a stance markedly different from the previous head of the family. For the Yukline family, achievement and honor were supposedly the highest priorities.0

“We are not certain. Perhaps he wishes to monopolize the runic language for himself…”0

“Whatever the reason, it is irrelevant. We need the runic language. Mastering it will enable us to communicate with God.”0

Mastering the language would have facilitated communication with God, allowing for more devoted service and potentially hastening his return.0

"Keep a close watch on the professor. We need his knowledge. He cannot refuse negotiations indefinitely. Mention the Scarletborn."0

The Altar found Deculein’s actions baffling. They couldn’t comprehend why he supported the Scarletborn. While their own motives were clear, his remained elusive. Nonetheless, they planned to fully exploit this situation.0

“Understood.”0

The Empire was already aware of the Altar's...0