The Rorsted Archipelago, Bayam, the City of Generosity.
Inside the Church of the Sea God, Alger, the Hanged Man, solemnly donned his Pope's Robe of alternating dark blue and black, put on the Silver-Black Mask that concealed his appearance, and picked up the Sea God's Scepter. He stirred up a whirlwind and carried himself into the sky, which was suffused with an eerie red light.
Looking down, Alger found that most of the streets were already deserted. Faced with the strange celestial phenomenon, the citizens of Bayam, whose experiences far surpassed those of people in the continental nations, knew better than to linger outdoors. This also spared Alger the effort of using storms and thunder to frighten them back home.
If something really happens that affects all of Bayam, like last time, hiding at home might not save them either... Alger tightened his grip on the scepter and swept his gaze over the crimson moon in the sky, whose light made even the sun seem dim. Suddenly, he heard the urgent howl of wind. Looking down, he saw a powerful hurricane blowing from the direction of the Wave Church, carrying a figure in a familiar Storm Robe rapidly toward him.
The newly appointed Cardinal Bishop of the Church of Storms, a Cataclysmic Interrer who gained an opportunity for advancement during the war, just like me... Alger instinctively adjusted his mask, only then remembering that the face beneath it had been altered by the "Falsehood" ring. He did not need to worry about being recognized.
The Cardinal Bishop glanced at Alger and gave a slight nod in greeting, then turned his attention to the rare daytime blood moon in the sky.
*Two Saints, one or two Grade 1 Sealed Artifacts. Although there are plenty of Mandated Punishers and Beyonder believers from