NOVPUBIn the south continent, lies the Cerryti Empire, the omnipotent power seated south of Nox Mountains.
In the heart of the empire’s southern territory is the royal city of Brilda; its prosperity and beauty are second to none compared to any city along the mountains or the coast. Majestic classical buildings are scattered in every corner of Brilda. In the city center’s memorial square, a white monument and various deep grey statues of heroes surround it. The artistic atmosphere is heavily saturated.
Each year as March and April beckon the warm spring arrival, the climate becomes warm and bright, and the air begins to waft with floral fragrance and profound music.
Occasionally, the spacious streets would reflect a twilight’s soft glow, emit a whiff of scent from the rose bushes, or a soothing music played by a wandering poet. As bird chirped in their warm nests, the city seemed like a serene haven even as sunset fell.
With nightfall approaching, the city hall was illuminated. The sound of music masked the dry noise as the gold-trimmed side door opened.
Walking through the lavish corridors led one downstairs into a first-floor office, to the inner side of it, another door opens leading further inside.
The narrow passage was inconvenient for those with a tall or robust build. After several twists and turns, and roughly three to four hundred steps later, the sound was completely shut out. A new space was revealed.
This place, buried deep below the Cerryti Empire, concealed a palace forgotten by time. It was the power center beneath the surface of the earth, where the magic subtly cast a hazy starlight over the deeply veiled space. 𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚
On both sides of the stone streets were buildings formed from time-buried rocks. At the end, a castle stood, its obsidian walls glittering with a chilly gleam.
A figure crossed the ancient city isolated from the outside world, approached the castle’s grand doors, walked through the finely carved corridors, slowly pushed open the black iron door, and entered the grand council hall.
The hall within was chill and dim, the candlelight on the dome replacing sunlight.
At the center of this illustrious hall was the banquet table, while on both sides, thirteen high-backed chairs, each representing their owners with crimson gemstone totems.
Marquis Heratier sat on the seventh chair, his fingers placed flat on his lap, eyes closed, silent as a stone. A single candlelight was inconsistent in illuminating her, instead turning her reflection pitch black, only the tear-mark beneath her eyes was clearly visible.
"Why haven’t they awakened today?"
The newcomer took off his fragrant military uniform, gazed at Marquis Heratier’s face, and asked.
"There was a battle in the north of the Protoss Empire that should not have been."
Marquis Heratier murmured, as if she were peeking through a dense fog at something.
"Major General Fan Leiku and Bishop Asksan of Nirvana?"
The robust young man who had entered the grand hall leaned against the eighth high-backed chair opposite Marquis Heratier, his hooked mouth possessing a trace of arrogance characteristic of the absolute free.
He had already heard from Marquis Heratier that a crucial point would emerge in the short-term turbulence of the Northern Continent—
After Major General Fan Leiku of the Protoss Empire was killed by Bishop Asksan of Nirvana, if the empire remained unaware of this event and the truth was buried, it might very well be the beginning of the Protoss Empire’s gradual descent into destruction.
However, such changes in these inferior races were no longer unusual to him.
Even the so-called strong Cardinal Bishops of the Rebirth Church were merely pitiful creatures destined to turn to dust in a short hundred years, far from beings at his level of existence.
The only matter worth noting were the entities behind Bishop Asksan, ones that egged him on to kill Major General Fan Leiku.
When Marquis Somerset awakened, this world separated into two large landmasses, the north and the south, after thousands of years.
After their re-manifestation of the Blood Moon over the South Continent, their next move will surely entail a confrontation with that truly troublesome lot in the north.
However, both sides understand that at this point in time, there is no need to expend to much energy interfering with the remote land masses. The focus should instead be on the matters at hand.
"Major General Fan Leiku should have been killed by Asksan. This round of battle was initiated by Bishop Asksan of Nirvana, a bishop of Hegemony, with Sigrid, the Angel Envoy likely having a hand in this. Eventually, everything ended in a blaze."
Marquis Heratier’s cold voice corrected.
"..."
Marquis Somerset sitting across from her fell silent.
"It appears like Bishop Ivanos of Destruction’s eighth-order epic spell, the Great Destruction."
Marquis Heratier added, her voice filled with uncertainty.
Because there was no reason for Ivanos to appear in the North Continent at this time.
Should Bishop Ivanos of Destruction cease to monitor High Priest Loren of the Church of the Goddess of Destiny, the latter might make a covert strike into the central area of the South Continent to assist Immortal Sword Emperor Juliana in eradicating Archbishop Fa Mo of Decay, thus leading to a new imbalance.
"Nothing of this development appeared in your divinations?"
Marquis Somerset asked once more.
Divination magic could be influenced by various factors, resulting in a divergence between the divination content and real-world events.
Heratier’s predictions about the South Continent would be far more accurate than her predictions for the North Continent. Not only are the geographic distances increased, the magic is consumed and the content is limited. There can also be deviations due to the interference of a prophet from the North Continent. However, there is an order of sequence, if Heratier saw it before the prophet made any move, the actual actions of the prophet might cause serious inaccuracies. If Heratier saw it after the prophet made a move, there’s a high probability it will be accurate in the short term.
