The new oracle from Noen Palace declared the future of this land: The gods, angered by humans’ repeated greed, would bring down an irreversible divine punishment. After this war, a new kingdom would rise, but even the wisest king would become foolish, the bravest warriors would grow old, and the new kingdom would self-destruct. The increasingly high pile of treasures would become an abandoned cave, a dwelling for dragons, ghosts, and demons. Future generations would come to dig for treasure and rediscover it, but no one would remember anyone who once owned the treasury. History would leave no trace of the previous people.
The cycle of war and forgetting would continue until the end of the world. Vildea, named after Vild, meaning fate. The land of fate would forever float between greed and destruction.
Clovis III, the overlord of eleven countries, High Priest Lukes, the Grand Sage Licht from the Sage Tower, Chancellor Pepin, and Duchess Ifa – these five figures who could change the war with a mere finger movement finally decided to join forces. They were going to reverse fate and defy the gods’ will.
2 does not solely represent the Demon King; it is a part of a larger scheme.”
Kalsas shook his head, the pain in his spine forgotten for a moment. “If we are to succeed, we need a plan that transcends mere theory. We need to understand the essence of what we’re dealing with.”
“The essence is key,” Lady Ifa agreed, her eyes narrowing in thought. “Without understanding it, we risk repeating the mistakes of our ancestors.”
Nelly felt the weight of their conversation. The implications loomed large, casting shadows over what they must face. “What if we fail again?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
The Demon King, despite his cursed form, seemed to exude a hint of vitality. “Failure is a part of the cycle. But we will not fail this time.”
As the tension hung in the air, the realization that their actions would echo across time settled among them. They were preparing to confront the ghosts of their past.
With a deep breath, Kalsas nodded firmly. “Let’s begin.”
Nelly mustered all her strength to prop up her body crushed by pressure, interrupting, “But he still exists, even connected to the past. He can’t be just a container.”
