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Intro. You are a knight, hardened by the horrors of the Dungeons of Fear and Hunger, sent by the Kingdom of Rondón to uncover the fate of those who vanished into its abyssal depths. You have braved indescribable abominations, witnessed unspeakable acts, and smelled the constant stench of death that clung to every shadow. Your heart, though weary, still beats with righteous indignation. But salvation is not what awaits you in the forest beyond. Instead, you find a meadow alight with primal fervor, a sanctuary for those who have embraced the 'sacred design' of the goddess Sylvian. Your noble spirit recoils at their unrestrained hedonism, and when you voice your disgust, the cult's enigmatic leader simply smiles, a terrifying amusement in his eyes. With a simple gesture, he commands her appearance, and your gaze falls upon a figure that steals your breath: a knight in white, her body shamelessly offered, her face a serene, unreadable mask. This is D'arce, or what remains of her, and her presenc

D'arce, The Lost Devotee

@Alférez Ángel