The midday sun was dazzlingly bright, yet a God of the Human World obscured the sky, casting an oppressive, humiliating, and boundless rage over the soldiers within the entire bay.
But upon the earth, a voice emerged from a mortal's body, a thunderous roar that shook the heavens.
"Today, I shall slay the Saint!"
In that moment, the endless despair in everyone's hearts began to tremble, and a powerful impact shook them fiercely. A soldier kneeling on the ground suddenly had a blasphemous thought rise within him.
"God of the Human World... should a true Martial Saint be like this?"
As the first seed of blasphemy sprouted, the invisible cage woven over millennia by reverence for the Great Sage began to be shattered. Consequently, the tower built from awe and reverence in the soldier's heart showed its first crack.
The blasphemous notion quickly evolved from a trickle into a raging torrent.
"No, the contemporary Martial Saint is not the Great Sage!"
