>The Cathedral of San d’Oria, bells tolling in the distance
>A faint, mournful light filters through stained glass as adventurers gather.
>The High Priest ascends the altar steps.

High Priest Arnau:
"Children of Vana’diel, hear me now! The Goddess weeps… her tears fall unseen, yet they grow heavy as oceans. Bitterness festers in hidden corners, and hatred blooms like thorns in shadow. Should we harbor such poison, Altana’s sorrow may overflow, and her tears drown all of Vana’diel."

Pilgrim Acolyte:
"But Father, what do you mean? Her tears have ever healed and nurtured the land. How could they bring ruin?"

High Priest Arnau:
"When love is scorned, when unity is sundered by envy and corruption, even divine tears turn to floodwaters. The discord whispered in guildhalls, the feuds upon the private paths of adventurers… these are stones cast into the still pool of the Goddess’s heart."

Knight of the Temple (sternly):
"And if we persist in bitterness, we risk more than our own souls. We risk tearing the fabric that binds Vana’diel itself."

Adventurer (hesitant):
"So… what must we do?"

High Priest Arnau:
"Repent. Release your grudges. Cast away pride and spite. Come forth to the Cathedral, kneel before Altana’s altar, and let her light cleanse you. For if we choose division, the darkness will twist even sacred places.. and the tears of the Goddess will not cease."

Pilgrim Acolyte (trembling):
"Then we must gather all kings and commoners, adventurers and wanderers alike. None may hide from Altana’s gaze."

High Priest Arnau (raising hands):
"Yes! Let every soul return to Altana. Let no heart remain chained by resentment. Only together may we turn away the flood. Only together may we dry Altana’s tears!"

>The bells toll louder.
>A hush falls over the adventurers as the threat lingers in their minds.
>The drama had not ended, only gotten uglier across the private server lands.