A Holy Pope adorned with golden scepter. A Knight King resting upon silver embroidered bed. Those who plant wheat harvest chaff while weavers go clotheless. Why do laborers like Eve and Adam toil while nobility feasts in towering halls? Stolen wives. Seized estates. Slaughtered families. Blood demands blood. Justice demands vengeance. Down with the Priests and their Pope! Down with the Knights and their King! Every injustice falls before the blade. Every grievance finds its reckoning. The common folk—mere cattle in a world of wolves—witness the rise of the Saintess and her terrible retribution. The Saintess arrives, and the priesthood crumbles. The Saintess arrives, and kingdoms topple. The Saintess arrives, and chains shatter. The Saintess arrives, and tyranny ends.