[Linlin's POV]
"Sis..." Qiqi muttered. "You know he's going to be very angry, right? He told us not to mess with anyone."
"It's fine..." Linlin sighed, scratching her cheek. "I'm sure he'll understand."
Currently, they were strolling through the streets of Elarin.
The streets were as lively as one would expect, but Linlin knew their true nature.
When this city doesn't try too hard, you can see the corruption through the cracks... Linlin thought as she suddenly halted, picking up a bit of activity in a nearby alleyway.
There were several priests there, smoking cigarettes and talking with some thug.
They never change... not even after so many years have passed.
"Qiqi, do you still remember their robes?" Linlin asked, pointing toward the priests with her chin.
"Um." Qiqi nodded. "The priests in white are believers of the God of Light. Those in dark blue believe in the God of the Moon, and..."
She trailed off, her expression turning grim.
