Was paradise ever possible for just one person?
Or was it nothing more than a wish held onto by those too stubborn to let go?
"I don't… understand."
Another vision.
"An origin just… disappearing? It doesn't make sense…"
It had taken time, but Saintess Selena had finally uncovered a visual fragment from her vision.
A woman, with hair as white as snow and eyes as soft and deep as lavender.
"How…?"
Even with her deep understanding of the concept of origins, it was something Selena could not comprehend no matter how hard she pondered.
And that was the problem.
If an origin could simply vanish, if it could be erased from existence… then the balance of the world would crumble.
Her heart pounded. Her breath quickened.
She rose from her bed in an instant, bolting out of her chambers without so much as a second thought.
"High Priest! Sword Saint!" she shouted, her voice reverberating through the halls of the grand cathedral.
