Plague World.
The grayish-yellow sky began to brighten. It was not because the sun had risen, but because the plague mist blanketing the world was thinning.
Myriad Phenomena floated high in the sky with its arms spread wide. Dark purple mist poured from its body, forming a gigantic net that covered the entire sky.
The grayish-yellow plague mist was drawn into the net, compressed, condensed, and then swallowed by Myriad Phenomena.
The sky turned blue, the clouds turned white, and sunlight could finally shine directly upon the ground.
On the ground, the Plague Church followers who were still putting up a desperate resistance suddenly discovered that their divine arts had failed!
A priest stood atop the city wall, chanting a spell at the undead below.
He chanted three times, but there was no light in his palm, no smoke from his censer—nothing.
He froze, then chanted once more. Still nothing.
He lowered his head to look at his hands. They were trembling.
"Where are my divine arts? Where are my divine arts?" The people beside him tried as well, but no one succeeded.
All of the Plague God's divine arts had failed!
An elderly priest collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale.
"God... God is dead?"
Those words spread like a plague.
The soldiers on the walls threw down their weapons and fled. Believers rushed out of the temples and scattered in every direction.
The priests stripped off their gray-green robes, threw away their censers and insignias, then blended into the crowd as they fled.
Some ran into the mountains, some into the forests, and some toward Freedom City.
A priest ran to the gates of Freedom City, only to be stopped by the guards.
He wore commoner's clothes, but in his panic, he had not removed the Plague