One day, the masses knelt before her, hailing her as a "Saintess"; on the day of her coronation, the same crowds spat upon her, branding her a "heretic"—but they were all wrong. Before a throng of one hundred thousand, the Pope tore the clothes from her body, and the very knight whose life she had once saved shackled her, dragging her toward the Abyss. Yet, when assassins struck, Kane Alvis slaughtered his own kin to buy her a chance at survival. He broke his vows, he shed his blood, and—even in death—he never once uttered the words, "I love you." She plummeted into the darkness, only to awaken with the blade of Noah, prince of the Dark Elves, pressed against her throat. He called her his "prey"... until her divine blood awakened. Then, he fell to his knees. She is the last heir to the divine blood—the very one they have hunted for a thousand years. The "Light" is a lie; the Pope has usurped her throne. Now, she has returned—to burn it all to the ground.
