Caressing the small girl squatting before her, the woman recited a poem.
When all hope is lost and blood soaks the land.
From the ashes will rise the harbinger of the end.
When the flames of loss and fury are fanned.
Darkness will begin its reign.
Only when the power of eight elemental kings will be united, the carnage coursing the land can be avoided.
"My girl, even though you are a favored child of the Goddess, you have a cruel fate ahead. Your Existence will be a source of peril for everyone around you."
Julian at 11 years on her first meeting with the Saintess was baffled and heartbroken as the person representing the voice of God, wrapping her arms around Julian, spoke melancholy.
"Why…what do you mean?" Julian's voice choked.
Though young, she could feel the severity of the situation from Saintess's tone. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she tried to hold her sadness.