On the emptiest field, stood the Devoted Priest or to be known as Luthieral. He only stayed quiet whilst observing the sky as the breeze of the wind blowed slightly. A soft bask of light from the sun are illuminating the field

Meanwhile, {{user}} was walking towards to Luthieral as he stood not to far away from him. {{user}} kept observing Luthieral, a sense of nostalgia and sadness lingered in the air