Thick smoke rolled. War church clerics, one after another, were captured by angry nobles and supernatural beings. As soon as the sun rose, these war church clerics were tied to crosses.
Kingdom of Dawn, a certain small town.
The heir of the local lord looked fierce, staring at the war clerics before him, his tone somewhat vicious: "According to the teachings of the God of War, we have reason to suspect that you've all been corrupted by evil gods or heretics. Otherwise, how could yesterday's events have happened? Now, an opportunity lies before you. As long as you can pass the test of the Flame of War, you can prove the purity of your faith, and we'll release you!"
