And in the distance,
A burly, bald man, wielding a huge axe, stood proudly atop a mountain, exuding an overwhelming aura.
The Hall Master of the God of War Temple, the proxy of the God of War, Thomas.
He smirked with a crooked smile,
"Fight, fight! What meaning is there to life if not for war? Kings plot their empires through war, knights build their legacies through war, all beings find joy in combat – that is a perfect world!"
The underground world.
A tranquil monastery had somehow appeared here.
A group of nuns dressed in robe-like monastic garbs, their long legs revealed by high slits, stood in silence.
Leading them was a nun, cold as ice.
Her figure explosive, curvy in all the right places, delicate jade hands held before her chest, cradling an ancient book.
"Silent Prayer."
Clearly, she was a saint of the Silent Monastery, serving the mysterious and unfathomable Lady Silence.
She said to the nuns,
"This noisy world needs to be quieted down, how shall we proceed?"