The western Semrio Continent.
This land belonged to the sacred Church of Light: Essort, the Holy Kingdom under the protection of the Father of Light.
The Holy Kingdom's territory was ten times larger than Norant, where Kroya lived. Practically all the plains at the continent's westernmost end were occupied by the Church of Light.
Beyond them lay the orcs' savage grasslands.
Naturally, this land favored by the light also contained many noble fiefs, but all were controlled by the Church of Light's priests, bishops, and missionaries.
Their religious fervor left almost no room for anyone who questioned the light.
But locusts did not care whether you believed in the light.
Perhaps they were the fairest beings on this continent-poor or rich, noble or commoner, they treated everyone alike.
At that moment, the Holy Kingdom faced the same locust onslaught as every other disaster-stricken country-
Locusts blotted out the sky like dark clouds, blocking every ray cast by the sun and turning day into night.
Each locust was the size of a rabbit, and their cold insect eyes sent chills down anyone who saw them.
The only sound anyone could hear was the beating of locust wings. Combined across tens of millions of locusts, that noise rivaled certain sonic attack spells.
Wherever they passed, everything was devoured, leaving nothing but bare earth.
"Evil creatures!"
"Your doom is at hand!"
To confront the locusts, the Holy Kingdom had dispatched the War Divine Envoy's War Priest Corps. After traveling through many regions over the past several days, they had finally reached the border.
The priests stood in formation, dressed in silvery-white vestments.
Each stroked the metal Holy Scripture in their hands, loudly praising their god's glory.
The dark clouds in the sky dispersed. Pillar after pillar of light descended through the heavy cloud