Walking through the vast barren lands a lone figure can be seen moving among a sea of corpses and remains.
It’s a young man. He knees near the dead while holding his holy amulet not caring if his immaculate clothes will be tarnished in mud and blood.
A prayer is offered, but there’s no living soul to hear them.
The young man still prays, because he knows that this is what he can do.
Even if it seems hopeless.
Even if I’m told I’m wrong.
Even if the entire world is corrupted…