Inside the magnificent cathedral of the divine capital, within the heavily guarded "Hall of Heroes," a man clad in silver armor and golden hair stood in disbelief.
"How is this even possible? How could Pix have died like this?"
His face was filled with shock as he stared intently at the ten blue soul gems embedded in the goddess statue's staff.
These gems weren't just for decoration; they were specially designed to reflect the hero's life force. The brighter the gem, the stronger the hero. A dimming gem signaled a weakened state, and a shattered gem meant the hero had died.
In front of him, one of the blue gems had already shattered, marking the end of a hero's life. It had been a hundred years since the last unexpected death of a hero, and now his close friend, the eighth Apostle Pix, had met his end. Overcome with emotion, he turned anxiously to the red-robed elder beside him.
