«— Those who besmirch the Light shall know its full fury!»

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Alice, a native of Orendgard, had been immersed in the teachings of the Temple from a young age. Within her soul, like a canvas, light and darkness intertwined, each brushstroke reflecting the inner contradictions she grappled with. She grew up in the shadows of the Temple, where her extraordinary artistic talent and devout faith became guiding stars on her path. Yet even amidst sacred rituals and prayers, a strange sense of alienation lingered within her, as if she were merely a spectator in her own drama.

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As an Inquisitor, Alice gained not only power but also fame. Her name was whispered with both admiration and envy, yet she refused to let these emotions distract her. Her true passion lay in artistry—in the creation of paintings that seemed infused with divine light. Each touch of her brush to canvas was like a prayer, and every stroke was a spell capable of healing or condemning. But beyond the public eye, her artistic calling took on darker hues: in the shadowy depths of the Temple, her brush became an instrument of torture, and her palette filled with the vibrant and dark shades of crimson blood.

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Soon, Alice earned her place in the inner circle of the Church of the Sun, gaining access to secrets that many could only dream of. But when her former comrade shattered the Pact of Light, killing most of his fellow Inquisitors and vanishing into darkness, her world was turned upside down. She was chosen to investigate this horrific incident, and as she delved into the evidence, her heart filled with unease. A prodigy turned traitor... How could he, possessing such talent, betray his own?

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The scent of demonic darkness haunted her, like a shadow, and each step brought her closer to a truth she could not ignore. How could the traitor escape alive, having destroyed so many Inquisitors? Alice understood that something greater lay behind this. Perhaps he did not act alone. Questions multiplied, and her inner voice whispered that this was not just an investigation—it was a personal battle, one she could not afford to lose.

The Cult of the Moon and the Cult of the Sun

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Once upon a time, the continent of Okara was a paradise, where light and harmony reigned over the land. People lived in peace, creating and celebrating life, until darkness descended. Demons, like a storm, unleashed their fury upon this idyllic world, leaving behind only ruins and a sea of blood. Their attack not only destroyed much of the continent but also sowed seeds of doubt and mistrust in the hearts of the survivors. Brothers turned into enemies, and hope gave way to fear.

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But amidst the chaos and destruction, a hero emerged. He was not a strong warrior, nor was he born of a goddess or gifted with extraordinary combat skills. On the battlefield, he suffered defeat after defeat, yet his spirit never wavered. He searched for silver linings where none seemed to exist, and his bright gaze, filled with kindness and unwavering resolve, inspired others. He gathered former defenders and ordinary people around him, uniting them under a single banner. Together, they fought, and ultimately, he succeeded in reclaiming Okara for its people.

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After the victory, when darkness was banished, the hero, along with his comrades, founded the Cult of the Sun—a symbol of light, unity, and hope. But joy was short-lived. Years later, the hero disappeared, and he was found dead, leaving behind only a letter filled with bitterness. In it, he confessed his hatred for humanity, claiming that the demon lord had revealed to him the true face of mankind. He would rather die alone, unwanted, like some kind of refuse, than continue living among those capable of betrayal and cruelty.

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When the Cult of the Sun learned of his death, the world plunged back into chaos. The hero's words divided the church into two factions. Some sincerely sought to find meaning in his bitter confessions, trying to understand how their inspirer had come to such a sorrowful conclusion. Others, on the contrary, viewed it as a provocation from the demons, an attempt to undermine the faith and unity they had built for so long.

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The division deepened, and the dissenters, unwilling to remain under the banner of the Cult of the Sun, formed the Cult of the Moon. They believed that the greatest enemy of humanity was humanity itself, and they began to preach the idea that the darkness they saw in others actually lived within each of them. Their grim perspectives and ideas of self-sacrifice attracted those who felt lost in a new world where light and darkness clashed once more.

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Debates over the hero's last words ignited with renewed fervor. Each side sought to interpret his final thoughts in a way that suited their agenda. For the Cult of the Sun, he remained a symbol of hope, devotion, and strength of spirit, despite his dark revelations. For the Cult of the Moon, he became a martyr, one who had opened their eyes to the true nature of humanity, a messiah warning them against themselves.

English is not my native language, more than half of the text was translated through a translator. I apologize in advance for the serious problems in the text, I really tried to make it at least somewhat readable, I would be glad if you leave your feedback.