White Robe's Tragedy

White Robe Domain Field.

A vast tribe had been built beside Clear Water Lake. Fine sand and green grass covered the shore, while white buildings encircled the lakeside, each one carved with images of flowers and animals.

The white-robed figures lived as humans had before the Cataclysm, rising with the sun and resting at sunset, following the rules of the Domain Field world as they lived, hunted, rested, and carried out their activities.

For the White Robe Race, this was an entirely ordinary day.

When the small sun shining with white radiance rose, countless figures began working on the construction of their race. At this time, the priests also began blessing a new batch of newborns, placing white headscarves on the children beneath the bathing white light.

This was an ancient custom passed down through the White Robe Race. It was called the White Crown, symbolizing the reincarnation of ancestral souls and their return to join the White Robe Race once more.

The custom had been passed down for so long that its precise origins could no longer be traced.

What was certain was that the White Robe Race had once possessed a long history of development and had even established a dynasty spanning multiple worlds.

Yet the curse that no dynasty could last forever was one the White Robe Race had never broken either.

After many rises and falls, and several resurgences following migrations, the race had ultimately still reached the end of fragmentation and collapse.

Every surviving member of the White Robe Race possessed a powerful sense of belonging and identification with their ancestors.

They believed that the White Robe Race's decline had been caused by the fluctuations of fate, and that one day, they would establish a brand-new dynasty and return to the grand glory their ancestors