"Where is this?"
A Priest from the Pattern Garden stood upon the high platform, proclaiming with a passionate voice:
"What is this place?
Is it an Elves' paradise, hidden from the world, or another destroyed old Kingdom?!
People of Logos, the Merfolk have betrayed us, betrayed God; they follow that obscure Divine, placing it upon an altar for worship!
Children of God, tell me, what is this place?!"
The voices of those Priests were stirring and strongly provocative; the people of Logos below, hearing this, cursed the Merfolk's disbelief in God's name, while also lamenting for the Unihorns.
Their emotions were inflamed, their mouths
All this, the High Priest of the Pattern Garden saw from afar, shaking his head helplessly at the scene before him.
"My Priest... what do you see?"
Beside the High Priest stood a mysterious man in a black robe, his voice aged and commanding.
"King Oro, even if I saw it, I could not stop it."
The High Priest spoke slowly:
