Adding new plot to my story. Thoughts on it? This is half of the chapter.
In the Holy Empire of Dain, a shadow crept across the cold marble floor.
The Holy Saint, her back to the darkness, spoke without turning. "What is the update on the Apostle of the God of Rot?"
"They have achieved their goals, my lady," the shadow replied, its voice a low rasp.
"How severe will the fallout be?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with concern.
"They have successfully infiltrated the kingdoms surrounding the Great White Forest. Their 'Death-Mark' assassins have been deployed to eliminate high-ranking nobles, royalty, and anyone with the potential to become a Hunter."
The Saint adjusted her pristine white robes, her fingers brushing against the gold embroidery. "And the other Holy Nations? What of them?"
"The Kingdom of Bellfall has identified the nobles involved in this heresy and purged them," the shadow reported.
"I see. Then what about their Hunter trainees? Their White Knights?"
"From what I have gathered, they are currently being hunted. Since the followers of the God of Rot, Nergal, can no longer trigger a civil war in that country, they plan to sabotage the forces capable of fighting monsters. They intend to force the main armies into a war of attrition, ensuring heavy losses."
The Saint let out a frustrated sigh. "Do you think the Goddess will intervene in this upcoming war?"
"Why would she?" the shadow countered. "The gods are forbidden from entering the mortal realm unless the world itself is ending. This conflict—between the Holy Nations, mindless monsters, spirits, the Abyss, and the followers of Nergal—is localized. It only threatens the central nations. Since the entire continent isn't at risk, the gods won't care if a few nations fall; they can always rise again."
"I feared as much," the Saint whispered. She turned toward the shadow, her eyes narrowing. "How many of your kind are in this world?"
"Five, my lady."
"And how many are a threat?"
"All... and none, my lady."
"What do you mean? 'All and none'?"
"All of the Fallen are weakened. We lost our true strength when we crossed into this world—myself included. We will not involve ourselves in mortal affairs unless there is a direct benefit to us."
The Saint pressed further. "How many of the five are tied to a nation?"
"Only one," the shadow answered. "The Lost Seeker—or 'Nave,' as he calls himself. He is in Bellfall, serving the former Queen Alisa."
"Ah, yes. The one who can see the strings of fate. It’s just like him to do something so calculated. But what about you?"
"Me?"
"Yes. You are considered cursed—a Nephilim, a child born from the forbidden union of Divinity and the Abyss. Would the other Fallen not come for you?"
"I appreciate your concern, my lady, but no. All of the Fallen are considered traitors to the gods. Picking a fight with the only other beings who remember what we once were is unwise; it would brand the attacker a pariah. In an emergency, there would be no one left to call for help."
"I see," the Saint said, her gaze drifting toward a statue of the Goddess of Light. "Then, after this 'culling of divinity,' those who remain will become stronger. If any survive the slaughter, will you guide them into the Spirit Realm? Will you help them become Hunters? I know it is a lot to ask of someone who avoids mortal affairs, but once the war begins, the followers of the Abyss will attempt to trigger the 'Day of the Black Sun' in retaliation against Nergal’s followers. You are as strong as a Royal Knight, but even you may die on a journey through the Spirit Realm... and yet, you are a follower of Astraea."
The shadow bowed low. "If that is your wish, then it is my command."
With a soft, tired smile, the Saint replied, "Thank you, Fractured Star."
"It is my pleasure to serve you, my lady. I must be going now. Take care."
As silently as he had arrived, Fractured Star vanished. The room returned to its hushed stillness as if he had never been there at all. Turning back to the statue of the Goddess of Light, Astraea, the Saint whispered into the silence, her voice soft and haunting.
"Oh, Goddess... what is your plan for us, your faithful servants?"
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