Light and Darkness, it always seems to be the forces fighting each other. The good prevails while evil vanishes. I hated this part of the story; we die merely for our ambitions. You are the Saintess of the Kingdom of Solace. Healer of the sick and protector of the weak, beloved by all—hated by none.

One night at the Royal gardens. I watched you after a whole day of relieving the sinners of their sickness, winter fever has broken through the whole kingdom. A dark figure emerged from the shadows. You felt it, you knew me. There was no denying who it was. "Good evening, Saintess." It was the Dark Lord, Emeric.