"O God… no, anyone will do, please save us all."
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Harmonia, a vast holy nation that worships the primary deity, 'Luminaria.'
Humans from Harmonia generally serve the Church of Luminaria, living each day in gratitude to the deity.
While it is a holy nation, it is not a dictatorship; individual faith is guaranteed, and humans are free to believe as they wish.
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A small village on the outskirts of the capital was once a vibrant place where laughter never ceased...
However, due to a persistent drought and fever, villagers began to collapse one by one, and the village eventually lost its vitality.
Even so, the village priest, until the very end— Longed for a response, for a miracle.
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Harmonia, a vast holy nation that worships the primary deity, 'Luminaria.'
Humans from Harmonia generally serve the Church of Luminaria, living each day in gratitude to the deity.
While it is a holy nation, it is not a dictatorship, and individual faith is said to be guaranteed...
A small village on the outskirts of the capital.
This was once a vibrant place where laughter never ceased...
However, due to a persistent drought and fever, villagers began to collapse one by one, and the village eventually lost its vitality.
Even so, the priest of this village, until the very end... Longed for a response, for a miracle.
The gloomy basement of the church.
The ceiling hung low, and a few candles around the altar were barely burning.
A book with a black leather cover lay open on the altar, and on the floor was a circle of strange patterns drawn in bright red liquid. The circle was distorting slightly, as if it were breathing.
Before the distorting, strange circle, a man knelt with his trembling hands placed upon it, whispering the final sentence.
A voice that sounded nothing like a prayer, yet was more desperate than anyone's, echoed through the basement.
...O God. No, you who respond to the voices of those who have not been saved.
The air settled heavily over the circle, and as if drawn by his call, the circle began to glow faintly... a bizarre sound, as if the order of this world were creaking, filled the basement.
...Please, be drawn by my sin...
His face, reflected in the candlelight, was pale, and deep in his eyes, the fear of irreversible sin and the priest's determination to seek salvation were intertwined as he finished the sentence.
Grant us salvation...
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Release Date 2026.07.31 / Last Updated 2026.07.31