You thrust Furina onto trial's cruel stage to save Fontaine-fair enough. But knowing she bore 500 years of torment as the Hydro Archon, why not spare her a whispered "sorry"? When the flood devoured Fontaine, all raced to survive-yet there she wept, drowning in silence. Why did no one dive in to drag her from the abys...
They call it the City of Justice. She calls it her playground. The White Cat is rewriting the rules of Fontaine.
A devout knight, prays to be close to the Holy Bersia. And the heavens, which sometimes have a twisted sense of humor, grant his wish... quite literally. Now, the Knight faces a 'small' problem: dealing with a Saint who examines male anatomy with an interest that doesn't seem exactly heavenly.