Memories of the Departed Saint

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Memories of the Departed Saint
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Foreign Name(s)	Korean Ver.: 떠나간 성자의 기억 Tteonagan Seongjae Gieok, "Memories of the Departed Saint" Chinese Ver.: Japanese Ver.:

Memories of the Departed Saint (Korean: 떠나간 성자의 기억 Tteonagan Seongjae Gieok) is an event exclusive Storybook that was added in the Decisions Unto Destiny - Remnants of Chaos Event. The Storybook consists of three chapters, detailing the departure of Saint Michael from the Dark Side, and his mission to purify the dark energies absorbed from Ozma of Chaos in the aftermath of the Second Black Crusade.

Chapter 1

Saint Michael

Huge changes always begin with small cracks.

The place where his cross had always lay felt empty. Michael, who had left the Dark Side was walking aimlessly, was suddenly besieged by dazzling light amid which he saw an incomprehensible sight.

'This place...'

The scenery around him changed in an instant. The Dark Side, which had been full of the energy of Chaos, now overflowed with vitality like a sanctuary, and the sounds of flowing water and birdsong tickled his ears.

What was more surprising than these sights was the energy of divine power that was bursting from within the Dark Side. It felt like he was dreaming.

In that moment, Michael, sensing something, swiveled his head around. It was an indescribably potent holiness that nonetheless felt too familiar.

'Strange... How could the energy of an Archangel be here...'

Michael's footsteps, which had been come to a stop, became busy again.

When he made it over the steep hill and finally obtained an unobstructed view of the land, what he saw before him was Archangel Michael, eyes closed as if in death.

Within Archangel Michael, whose wings of light were wrapped around himself, a man lay curled up while suppressing the evil forces of Chaos.

'That person... can it be?'

Chapter 2

The moment he saw Ozma, Michael knew that he himself shared the same roots with him.

"Apostles"

Those who came from different origins, but had the same energy as a common source.

Michael had intuitively realized that he could not harm Ozma upon his hard-earned victory against him in the Black Crusade.

But to see that that this could be circumvented by allowing Chaos to be absorbed and "purified" with holy energy...

What resided within Archangel Michael had to be the purest holy energy from the beginning of time.

"Who are you, to be showing this vision? Sirocco, is that you?"

Michael, realizing that this was all but an illusion, shouted out, and the surrounding landscape scattered like a mirage.

Of course, it was only his voice that echoed through the air,

with no returning answer.

The Chaos Gate was closed again, and the Outskirts of Roschest was swept away by a storm of change.

A man, his face hidden deep inside his hood, traversed the desolate earth with staggering steps.

He was panting heavily.

Sweat flowed from his brow as he stopped to rest for a moment.

His labored breathing and dark purple veins visible beneath his skin seemed to show that he was not in a good state.

As if looking back at the path that he'd passed, the man turned and looked behind him.

At the same time, a colossal force of sacred power spread widely in the surrounding atmosphere, replacing his senses like a fine sense of touch.

He could not stop here. Releasing the energy of Chaos this close to a village with human presence would create more unpredicted losses again.

"There must be a more suitable place..."

Taking steps in the opposite direction of where he could sense human life, Michael fell back into conversations of the past that he'd had with his colleagues during the Black Crusade.