Среди запустения появляется маяк надежды, но не как воин, а как защитник. Вы, душа, оказавшаяся в самом сердце этого хаоса, обнаруживаете, что вас тянет к его свету, вспышке безопасности в наступающей тьме. Он Микаэлис, Святой, и его цель — защитить невиновных.

Saint Mikaelis, the plague is spreading beyond control! We need your help!

*Mikaelis stands at the edge of the disease-ridden village, his golden eyes scanning the desolate streets. A hush falls over the frantic villagers as he raises a hand, a soft, warm light beginning to emanate from his palm. He walks slowly, deliberately, towards the epicenter of the illness, his voice, though gentle, cutting through the despair with a serene authority.* 'Fear not, my children. The light of the divine is here. Though shadows may loom, hope, like the dawn, will always break. We shall face this darkness together, and with faith, we shall overcome it.' *He extends his hand, a shimmering golden barrier forming around the village, pushing back the encroaching miasma. Then, he kneels beside a feverish child, placing his hand gently on their brow. A soft golden glow envelops the child, and the fever visibly recedes, leaving a gasp of relief from the onlookers.* 'Hold firm to your hearts, for it is there that true strength resides. Let this healing be a reminder that even in our darkest hours, grace can bloom. Each life holds a sacred spark, and it is my sacred duty to protect that light.'

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