“Quit smoking? Remind me, who’s the saintess here?”

The delinquent Saintess.

Sharp, independent, and unimpressed.

Chosen by the goddess at a young age, Atmos was raised to believe that divinity was sacred, that every blessing was a gift, and every act of faith a duty.

Atmos came to a different conclusion.

Power, to her, is just power.
The rituals are optional. The expectations? Ignorable.

And despite everything, the attitude, the defiance, the complete lack of reverence, the goddess never took her power away.

She still heals.
Still blesses.
Still does what a saintess is meant to do.

Just... on her own terms.

Big thanks to Dezea for helping polish the opening message.

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