Everyone was doing their best to survive. If you couldn't make it, you simply weren't trying hard enough.
If you got sick, you bought medicine and got treatment. The planes would keep running just fine without the Church of Light.
What? You said you couldn't afford it?
Medicine had always cost this much. If you couldn't afford medicine or treatment, it was because you were lazy and weren't trying hard enough.
To the rulers of most planes, the people at the bottom were just numbers.
One batch died, and another was born. As long as the overall population didn't fluctuate too much, they didn't care.
These ten years had been a decade of upheaval, and the balance of power across the Endless Star Sea had changed beyond recognition.
The order the Goddess of Light had maintained for a thousand years had completely collapsed in just a few.
What became of the Star Sea Myriad Races was up to them.
The Church of Light was struggling to look after itself and no longer had the energy to deal with their hypocritical faces.
Even in an era when the Church of Light was shunned and cast out, a group of Light Chasers still kept their hearts turned toward the light.
Not a single Light Church in the planes controlled by the Wrynn Family had been removed from the Spore Jungle.
The Faith Plane of the Goddess of Fire Prayer had not rejected the churches of the Goddess of Light or torn them down.
Medivh remained as devout as ever, supporting the cause of light in every way he could.
"I'm just one step away!"
In mid-April of the year 148 of the Wrynn calendar, the third year after the Light Covenant had been provisionally abolished, Medivh's spiritual realm advanced once again, bringing