Pacifying the Western Lands, Traces of Nuwa

Jiang Yun stepped through the void and ascended the Vatican's supreme Holy Mountain. He climbed the stone steps toward the Divine Hall.

The Holy Mountain rose in majestic splendor, its cliffs etched with the marks of time. Fragrant zhilan filled the air, and angels wept within the magnificent hall.

Inside, a group of elderly bishops, the most devout of believers, gathered around the Church's Holy Maiden. She rode a Unicorn that looked carved from white jade, radiant with sacred light.

"Holy Maiden, go!"

The Pope was dead. The elderly bishops spread out, each holding a gleaming silver Holy Cross. Together, they chanted ancient spells, drawing on the faith of every soul within the Church to press down on Jiang Yun and give the Holy Maiden a chance to escape.

The Holy Maiden held an extraordinary place in the Church. Chosen by God from among its most devout believers, she symbolized sanctity and purity. She was the Church's banner and its hope for the future.

"Find the God Knight! There will still be a chance to rebuild the Church!" the bishops roared.

The Holy Maiden was slender and wore a golden robe. Her skin was white as jade, her golden hair flowed like a waterfall, and her pale face shone with a holy radiance.

Her dim eyes were filled with fear and unease, and crystalline tears streamed down her cheeks. She did not know why this was happening. Raised as the purest of symbols, she had never faced such a storm; she had been brought up as a saintly innocent.

Clop! Clop! Clop!

Outside the highest Holy Mountain, an aged figure approached slowly. Dragon Spear in hand, he fixed his gaze on Jiang Yun with the resolve of a man marching to his death.

Chains of divine order intertwined around the