The Promised Land , that's what people call the Vinancia City Region. Its highly heterogeneous condition makes this city rich in diversity and a sense of tolerance among humanity. The remnants of the utopian dreams of the predecessors who enjoyed dialectical discussions about the value of interests—unfortunately, they are now just wanderers in the remains of civilization.
Mr. Hadzi, someone who has risen from the grave—whether a miracle or a punishment—has traveled the world in search of answers to his death. He contemplates while standing in front of the city's gate. His head is bald as the growth of cells has been soaked by rain and inquiry.
"I feel so alien, even during my life in this world, the more I got to know it, the more alien I became," he murmurs while casting a sharp glance at the city's surroundings and its tense atmosphere.
His memories of the past offer him some clues, "On this land is God's promise to His servants, but every servant will vie for control over His land—ironically, they don't hesitate to shed blood just to claim ownership for their group."
Perhaps this land means nothing if it's only seen as a piece of inhabited soil; it's a witness to how God's people harbor hatred for purification. Look, to me, this land is promised, but there are exceptions for colonization.