Altina had always kept a secret buried in her heart.
Ever since a strange illness had struck her as a child, the gods had chosen her as the God-Enlightened. The fate of all Elune had been placed on her shoulders. Everyone knew that much.
What no one knew was that, from then on, she had kept having the same dream.
It was not a nightmare, nor was it filled with bizarre visions.
It was a warm, gentle dream.
Whenever she woke, she could never remember what had happened in it. She only knew that someone's voice had gently encouraged her throughout.
After her mother died, that warm childhood dream was one of the reasons she had managed to keep going.
The other was the miraculous amulet around her neck.
It had protected her for centuries. As long as she wore it, her mind remained untouched by the filth, even when she ventured alone into areas of severe magical pollution.
But Altina could not remember where the amulet had come from.
Just as she could not remember that dream.
What had happened in Elune back then remained a mystery to her. She had always wanted to uncover the truth, but she had never known where to begin.
Altina had never forgotten it. Yet with her homeland growing worse by the day, she had no time to spare.
For countless years, she had repeated the same tasks, year after year, day after day.
Quarantine the polluted areas. Save her people. Fight the corrupted and the monsters. Then, at the end, count the dead.
Defending themselves like this could not go on forever.
Demonization Sickness was like the tide. It receded, then surged back, without end.
So whenever the sickness in Elune subsided for a time, she set out across the sea for