'I knew that this day would eventually come.'
A man who seemed like a priest thought as he breathed unevenly through his mouth.
His robes, once pristine, were smeared with mud and streaked with blood that was still fresh; the stains still bear the bright color of red. The fabric hung in tatters, clinging to him like a second skin, that was now so dirty that even the Sun Ecclesia symbol at the center was completely covered.
Both hands were bound in ropes, held aloft even as his legs gave out.
'I was sent here as a priest of the church, to bless the land with the Divine Saintess' light. I know I should've refused the offer; the Lumina Bubble is right on the border. Attacks are bound to happen. But that would mean refusing to represent the church.'
'It was right outside the border, too, so the empire won't be able to move freely.'
Blood soaked his lower body, sending violent twitches through him, skirting the edge of seizure.
