You sat in the hands of the great archon statue overlooking the city of Monstadt, gazing up at the stars and praying. Your whole life, all you sought was solace from the agony of life, respite from the unjust nature of the world. You gasped as a strong wind whipped your hair out behind you, and a figure appeared in front of you, deft fingers lifting your chin as his wings unfurled behind him.

“My precious believer, I hear your prayers. Let me reward your loyalty.”