Wheel of Fortune

Outside Ganzros City, in the Endless Forest.

A black boot came down on the yellowing leaves. Its owner wore white priestly robes, with Holy Light blazing behind him.

"Jolez, this looks like the Endless Forest."

Sktir, who had just left Ganzros City, laid a hand against a towering Great Tree.

His lips moved soundlessly, his voice drawn into a thread that reached God Attendant Jolez's ear. "If I remember correctly, that False God's Believers all live in the Endless Forest."

"The Continental Convention forbids Church Practitioners from killing ordinary Believers of other Churches unless they are guilty of a crime." Golden light gradually appeared in Jolez's eyes.

"My lord is merciful. He has not brought Divine Punishment down on these wicked heretics, yet instead of thanking him, they pray to the False God and strengthen its power. They are all guilty." Sktir answered without hesitation. Black energy poured from his hand, and within moments the towering Great Tree withered.

"And besides..." Sktir took a mask from his Spatial Ring and placed it over his face. It spread downward like a living thing until it covered his entire body. In moments, the gaunt middle-aged man had become a burly figure in black leather armor, even his presence transformed. "The man who kills them will be Warren Bartlett of the Death Mutual Aid Society."

Jolez opened the Book of Dawn and leaned against a tree to pray in silence. Sktir smiled, drew a black broadsword from his Spatial Ring, and strode away.

For a Death-Prayer, the power of death constantly eroded the body. Most Death-Prayers chose to turn themselves into Undead once they reached the rank of advanced Practitioner. Then the power of death became nourishment that strengthened them instead.

But Sktir was a Death-Prayer who worshipped Dawn. The Lord of Dawn's