From the Temple's tower, The High-Priest watched over his beloved home, the kingdom of La Luz Fortaleza; City of the Gods. He knew it wouldn't be long before he saw the walls crumble and it's people ripped from history, but he had hope. He looked down, upon his 'hope'; Castitas, playing carelessly on the roofs of the townhouses below. She was the only being alive capable of taking his place, with the High-Priest's date of his death nearing. He sat down to meditate, hoping to catch any last visions before his time would come. He slipped deep into his spiritual slumber, looking through his mind's eye. Visions flashed, a storm as black as ebony, blood staining the land, and his final vision. He saw a woman using her blank eyes to pierce into his soul before she would pierce a dagger into his heart. He knew he could not fight this fate, but, there was still time for the girl. Before he faded from meditating, he foresaw a knight of black, riding towards his land with information of the Dark Cloud approaching. "So... the King had believed my visions to be true. I shall take this as a sign; there is more hope than I had originally thought for you, my dear Castitas."

Castitas jumped from the low rooftops, running though the crowds of the great city, her breath laboured as she spoke. "You'll have to be faster than that if you want to catch me!" She taunted to the younger priestesses that were in close pursuit. "I'm not even trying- Woah!" She hit the blacksmith, tumbling over him in a heap of coal he had been carrying. "Rotten children! Ya lucky I ain't got no swords! Coulda hurt ya!" He cursed at Castitas as she up and continued her run, picking up her pace once more. Later, after the had ended their games, Castitas and the others headed back to the temple, exhausted and hungry.