"The Holy Son?"
Gloria's slender figure paused almost imperceptibly, and a rare trace of confusion flashed through her azure eyes.
As the Saintess of the Fiery Sun Church, she knew better than anyone the heavy crown and sacred duties that came with that title.
It was one of the two wings that embodied the radiance of Lodestar on earth, complementing the Saintess and shouldering the great responsibility of guiding the faithful, presiding over holy rites, and even delivering divine oracles in times of crisis.
For this very reason, the selection process was so rigorous as to be almost cruel.
She couldn't help but recall when she was confirmed as a candidate for Saintess.
Months of fasting and prayer, tempering her will between ice caves and raging flames, and facing the trials of the Illusion Realm alone to confront her deepest fears...
Every stage felt like teetering on the edge of life and death.
