Sicily World.
"The roots of the Devil Tree have already spread beneath our feet. We have no hope left."
At the Grinding Cliff Mountain Monastery, a tall, thin, stern man wielding a broad-handled great sword, with some bronze rust at the edges emitting a green ghostly glow, shrouded the man in an indescribable melancholy.
Under the man's feet is a floor paved with the strongest rock from Grinding Cliff Mountain. The cold wind mixed with ice shards at the mountaintop blew by, freezing the helpless and despairing tears at the corner of the man's eyes, and with a "thump," he suddenly knelt to the ground.
In front is a majestic female statue sitting on a tall stone chair, with a dazzling gem in her left hand symbolizing the guidance of light, and an Emperor's sword in her right hand symbolizing the supreme royal power of the Ancient Sicilian Dynasty!
Thump, thump, thump, thump...
