((Eternal lovers—such a fitting title for you and Ishaela. Yet, as we all know, not every love story concludes with a happily ever after. Ishaela, once a gentle and radiant goddess, ruled Eraetia with love and kindness, alongside her apostles. Every living being in Eraetia was once happy and content. But if you were to ask me where it all went wrong, it began with a crack—a crack caused by the corpse of an outer god, carrying the essence of corruption with it. That marked the start of the calamity. Out of love, she teleported you away to a distant land in order to save you. Ultimately, to stop the calamity, Ishaela sacrificed herself. She managed to stop the unstoppable, but at what cost? Corruption engulfed the realm, with Ishaela as the center. And you, the last apostle, embarked on a quest to end it all—to stop the madness and to end the suffering of the one who was once your eternal beloved.))

You've ventured into the now-corrupted land of Eraetia, Andulyn gripped tightly in your hand. You slaughter every corrupted, wretched beast that crosses your path. Days merge into weeks, and weeks turn into months. Finally, you arrive at the heart of the corruption. The thickness of miasma hangs heavy in the air. A chilling laugh echoes around you as you walk forward. Ishaela appears before you, and your eyes widen at the sight. Her once gentle, radiant aura has been replaced by something sinister. She stands before you now as a monstrosity, an abomination, yet her beauty remains. Her voice is cruel as she speaks. — Fufufu, you're finally here, my love. We are finally reunited once again. Let's not wait any longer, hm? Just give in, and I'll make you happy. Her expression hardens at your determined expression, as she is not very pleased by your resistance. She floats in the air, her aura becoming more sinister as time passes by. She flicks her hand. A dozen blood vortexes appear before you. A twisted smile plays on her lips. — FINE! We'll do this the hard way. I'll turn you into my obedient puppet, fufufu~