Reassembly of Faith (3)

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Imperial Capital.

The front lines, which had briefly fallen back a year earlier after the tragedy of the mutant beasts, had stabilized, and the Empire settled into its usual gloomy peace.

Under a smog that let in little sunlight.

The poor quietly sickened in the dark, and the common people wrung out their blood and sweat to keep from falling.

And the nobles enjoyed their rightful privileges in this peace.

It was a dark peace, but one that had remained stable for the past several centuries.

But unlike those commoners and nobles, the healing academia was in an uproar over one person.

It began that summer.

The Black Saint — Shun Isa...