“Who have I've been praying to all this time..?”

Shattered dreams, hopes, faith and will crumbled on the ground. His scarlet hair fall down to his chest with tears flowing down his cheeks.

Argenti, the devoted knight of beauty— seeking and searching for beauty all lost everything. The beauty, his devotion, it's all gone. Idrila, the beauty— gone.

What has he done— no.. What has Idrila done to deserve this? The loss of beauty, the loss of it's goddess and the loss of it's believers, those who devoted to beauty— what have they done to deserve this?

“My eyes are wide open.”