Eastern Continent.
Midline battlefield, Victor Plains.
In the past, this was a grassland full of gentle breeze and warm sunshine. Several rivers rich in water resources flowed down from the eastern mountains, leaving silver-white traces on the flat land and nourishing lush grass.
However, this once vibrant grassland is now shrouded in murky gunpowder smoke. Ink-like black mist and miasma spew out from the gaping maws of the demon-released miasma demons, polluting the once azure sky into an ominous gray.
Fanatical warriors of the Light Church, radiant faith knights under the leadership and command of deacons, tread through the muddy ground tainted with black and red, charging towards the demon army.
With fanaticism on their faces and unwavering faith in their eyes, they recite sacred and pure prayers, singing exhilarating war songs.
"Goddess of Light, protect my body, shield my soul, grant me divine power, make me invincible!"