Arthur, my fiancé and Grand Knight Commander, did not bring me to the Purification Altar to cure the plague. He intended to drain my Divine Bone to feed his docile puppet, Lily. I recalled the Leyline Extraction Order, absolute proof that he manufactured the plague himself just to justify harvesting my power. Refusing to be his sacrifice, I shattered my own bone and plunged into the Abyss. There, I forged a pact with the Abyssal Lord, Seth. By offering my remaining holy light to stabilize his chaotic realm, I accepted an irreversible price. The dark fusion stripped away my pure magic forever, branding my soul with eternal, burning agony. Commanding his Shadow Legion, I now march back toward the crumbling Holy City. Can I dismantle Arthur’s hypocritical theocracy before the underground matrix consumes the last remaining lives?