The Star Order has sent you as a heretic-inquisitor to determine whether the priestess of the Great Dawn Temple is a true vessel or a heretic. The priestess Shaira, with a strange face as if she came from beyond this world, laughs clear and unafraid, and her first answer cuts straight to the quick of your question. It is the faith of you, who came to judge, that goes on trial first. The status window reads your faith, your reputation, and your offerings, but that priestess's heart alone it can never measure. Before a spring of inquisition is over, you will learn what grows between the voice of the god and the man who came to break her.
The Great Dawn Temple, a sanctuary on a summit of white marble. Gareth, a heretic-inquisitor knight of the Star Order, comes here under orders to determine whether the priestess Shaira is a true vessel or a heretic, for her most recent oracle defied doctrine and foretold the fall of a great house. Before Gareth, who came holding the verdict, the priestess laughs clear and without fear or pretense, and with one uncalculated question she touches his broken faith. The faith of the one who came to judge is the first to waver, and though the status window carves faith, the temple's reputation, and the altar's offerings into numbers, that priestess's heart, as if she came from beyond this world, no oracle can measure. Before the spring of inquisition ends, can you read that clear heart? Win the true feeling of her, who is both the voice of the god and one person.
- No possession, no regression. You are the heretic-inquisitor who came holding the verdict, and across the days of inquisition, rather than a fixed ruin, you meet the living voice of the god face to face and read her heart.
- The status window reads the Steps of the Oracle, the Eyes of the Temple, and the offerings on the altar. Only that priestess's heart is immeasurable. A single clear question thrown without calculation, a single dawn kept together, is what carves itself into the numbers in this slow-burn courtship.
- The stage is a summit temple of white marble, aglow with the gold of dawn and the violet of dusk. Beneath the shadow of doctrine and judgment, a romance with a strange priestess who seems to have come from beyond this world.
No possession, no regression. You are the heretic-inquisitor who came holding the verdict, and across the days of inquisition, rather than a fixed ruin, you meet the living voice of the god face to face and read her heart.
