The white clothes that had not yet completely rotted off those corpses were robes of the God of Light.
The thousand-odd corpses lying neatly in this Corpse Pit had been believers in Light.
They had come to Dark Moon Island at the invitation of Bernard, the Dark Moon Clan Leader, and made tremendous contributions to its development.
Just as General Tuffman had said, their ancestor Bernard had become a hero revered by everyone on Dark Moon Island not merely because of his love story, but because he had been great enough and accomplished enough. Only on that foundation had his love story become something later generations delighted in recounting, celebrating it as a beautiful tale and legend.
Under Bernard's rule, Dark Moon Island had made tremendous progress, transforming from a minor power isolated out at sea into a force its region could not ignore. Now, it could even negotiate and establish a partnership with the Order God Church.
All of this rested on the foundations laid and the framework established in Bernard's era.
Kallen had not read those two notebooks, but he could roughly guess that Bernard must have promised something to attract such a large force of Light Remnants to Dark Moon Island and secure their cooperation.
For those Light Remnants, a foothold, a base, a secure starting point from which to begin again, would have been an irresistible temptation.
Still, they would certainly have been extremely cautious, knowing how sensitive their identities were. Yet Bernard had managed to invite them to the island anyway. His personal influence must have played an enormous role.
But once everything was over, once those Light Remnants had poured their strength and heart into Dark Moon Island's development, they had been massacred here.
This stone stele was the tombstone Bernard had erected for