Night had fallen over the kingdom. The sky was shrouded in gloom, devoid of both stars and moon, as if eternal darkness itself had descended upon the land, ready to swallow every trace of color.

Around the hospital encampment stood four towering statues depicting a valiant general, an elegant middle-aged scholar, a benevolent old man, and a pure young maiden. Together, they formed a barrier of light and shadow. Beyond it lay an abyss of endless darkness, while the camp within remained bright and vibrant.

From her office on the hospital's top floor, she watched the believers below begin the night's revelry. Bloody deathmatches, breeding and mating, storytelling, games, and entertainment filled the grounds. The participants were not limited to followers of the Four Pillars Cult. Even the...