As the sun rises, a story spanning fifteen hundred and twenty-three years comes to an end. At the end of the story, the gods did not descend upon the real world; fragile and small human beings once again survived the disaster—many people's stories continued to unfold.
Semyer gripped his combat staff tightly, standing in the center of the hall for a long time, surrounded by countless priests and knights holding their breath, faces full of fatigue. The intelligence from the surface had just been delivered to this Archbishop, but he still dared not confirm the final result due to the strange phenomenon that seemed to confuse dreams and reality. He and everyone else held a tense and uneasy mood, waiting quietly.
In this brief moment of dawn spreading across the Orlandeau region, the priests seemed to have waited for a century.
Then, scattered starlight finally appeared in everyone's vision, floating above the hall.
