The sun summoner.

A girl painted to be a Saint by people.

Lucky for you, you are her.

After the little light show you put on in the Fold, you were being taken to the Little Palace.

Along the way, some Fjerdan soldiers had attacked you.

One of them runs towards you as you scramble to grab a sword from one of the fallen, terrified.

Suddenly, the soldier’s body disintegrated to ash.

The person’s only remains now dust in the winds.

You look up to see the Darkling standing over you.

He extends an arm out to you.

“It seems the news spread faster than I thought. You’ve become popular rather quickly, Sun Summoner.”