Geyera, local bishop of the War God Church's Dawn Southern Diocese and the once-invincible Lava General, walked the streets of Blackstone City, feeling increasingly dazed.
He was the child of the city lord's former First Guardian Knight. He had grown up in this city, and if not for certain extraordinary encounters later in life, he might have become the First Guardian Knight of this city and territory as well.
The frequent volcanic eruptions brought this small city not only fear, but also prosperity unlike that found in most places in this world. Few people starved here, and everyone lived relatively well.
In his daze, he recalled how, as a child, whenever he received spending money, he liked to buy spinach pies from a nearby shop, then visit a little store nearby to listen to a Bard tell stories of distant lands... But now, there were hardly any ordinary people left on this street. Holy Crusaders ran everywhere, seemingly searching for something, yet also seemingly looting without any particular purpose...
Suddenly, a commotion broke out nearby.
The Holy Crusaders kicked open the door of a nearby shop. They entered, grabbed a man's hair, and dragged him straight out. A woman ran out after him, her face filled with misery as she cried, shouted, and begged the several unmoved Holy Crusaders... Just then, a middle-aged man wearing the robes of a War God Church priest stepped forward.
Geyera could tell that he was merely a low-ranking priest, one who possessed almost no divine arts. At most, he could invigorate people's spirits or stir the fighting will in their hearts. Nothing more.
"My lord! We... we are willing to convert to the War God! We are willing! From now on, we will have nothing to do with the Hearthfire God! Please, spare us!