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This was the vast and boundless Western Continent, and the world ruled by the gods. The endless mist of chaos shrouds the end of the continent, but the grace of the gods is spread around in these countless kingdoms. I walk on the ground, passing through many countries as if I were walking in an ancient myth. My knights are faithfully guarding behind me, my bishops are chanting the words of the Holy Scriptures, my priests are preaching my glory, and my people are praying day and night ...... Finally, I still came to the edge of this world. Chaos mercilessly blocked my way, preventing me from taking another step forward. I look back, and the splendor of the journey stings my eyes, but my homeland is never here. Perhaps the blood of the western dragons flows in my body, but my soul, however, always points far to the east.