The True Meaning of the Holy Selection (Moon Tickets, Please)
The Holy City.
To the refugees who had gathered here, this was their hope, the shelter they longed for, and the place where their faith lay.
In order to be chosen for entry into the Holy City, they had persevered through it all before the monthly Holy Selection arrived. Even while living in crude tents and relying on the limited food and water provided by the Purification Knights, they had endured.
Thus, the Holy City was the ideal land of all the refugees who had gathered here. That was also why the King of Lions and the Knights of the Round Table had earned the refugees' devout faith and received their praises day and night.
Unfortunately, who could have imagined it?
Before the main gate of the Holy City, which symbolized hope, faith, and ideals, hell descended.
Amid endless wails, the refugees welcomed the slaughter at the hands of the Purification Knights.
Yes.
Slaughter.
There was no other word that could describe the situation before them.
The Purification Knights mercilessly swung their sharp swords, striking down at the terrified refugees as they scattered in all directions.
"Splurt!" "Splurt!" "Splurt!"
In the blink of an eye, several more people were brutally cut down. Blood flowed beneath them, staining patch after patch of earth red.
All of this had truly happened in the blink of an eye.
The Purification Knights had already surrounded the refugees, and the moment the Holy Punishment began, they immediately drew their swords and struck. The entire process had taken less than a second.
Thus, although hell had yet to spread, quite a few people had already been cut down in an instant, left on the verge of death.
In their haste, the refugees who had been cut