"The Abyss suddenly erupted in rebellion, and the Monster Tide dormant beneath the Sea of No Light for millions of years surged forth, dealing a heavy blow to the Dawn Horizon. Dawn Commander Galahad urgently called for help."
"Imdiately following, No Light City faced a crisis. Violent upheavals appeared in the sealing of the Ancient God. This was the first anomaly since we found traces of the Ancient God that vanished during the Ancient Epoch seven hundred years ago."
"We urgently reinforced the seal, but still could not prevent its cracking. The fallen Ancient Gods awoke from their long slumber, and the terrifying power hidden for ages began to revive. The true catastrophe had arrived."
"Everywhere in the Kingdom of Saint Riel, incomprehensible bloodthirsty monsters appeared, irregular Black Fog congregated everywhere, huge dangers erged at each stronghold. Requests for assistance flew to the Royal City like snowflakes, but I could not respond, could not support."
"Because the Royal City faced an even greater crisis."
"Hundreds of Abyss Rifts appeared directly within the Royal City, countless Abyss Monsters sward forth, and the Church Knights were plunged into a bitter fight imdiately."
"The monsters were imnsely strong. Abyssal Giant Trolls, the Dark Giant Snake, and Demon Lords appeared in the Royal City. The Church Court’s power was far inferior to theirs, but we firmly believed victory would be ours, for we had the Pope, we had the powerful Holy Fire. As long as the Gods of Saint Riel awoke, these monsters would turn to ash in the flas."
Mod’s voice beca incomparably somber, and Rod already guessed what he would say next.
"We held on for three months. The Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground was never opened. We called countless tis, but the Pope never responded. An extrely strong Spirit Barrier isolated the Holy Fire Sacrificial Ground, as if it belonged to another space."
"Amidst the bloody battle, countless warriors perished, innurable human remains vanished. The Royal City suffered unprecedented destruction, and requests for assistance from every corner of Saint Riel piled up like mountains in the Church Court. Every day, the Bishop and I endured trendous tornt. The Abyss corrupted the base of the Spiritual Communication Tower, yet the Receiving Tower remained intact. We could not send Spiritual Communications, but we could receive ssages."
Mod raised his head, and Rod then saw his eyes wide open in fury, blood streaming from the corners, trickling down through the wrinkles on his face.
"This is the harshest punishnt in the world. I watched Saint Riel’s destruction, bit by bit, powerless to stop it."
"We tried every thod, yet could not awaken the Pope."
"Until the final month, this punishnt at last ended."
"—After two months of fierce battle, our greatest reliance, the anchor of all spirit and faith, the Holy Fire extinguished."
Mod’s expression turned into a grimace, ghost-like.
"The Pope did not respond, yet the Holy Fire went out!"
"Dense Black Fog descended, severing all Spiritual Communications. We were no longer tornted, but our hope was extinguished as well."
"Even though there was still Bright Fire in the Royal City, and warriors fighting bitterly, destruction was inevitable."
"Saint Riel had already fallen."
As the words fell, a deathly silence once again took over the space.
Rod suddenly realized that they were so close to the Royal City, yet still could not feel the presence of the Holy Fire.
Unless a Spirit’s Curtain blocked it otherwise, this suggested one possibility.
In fact.
The answer had always been right in front of them.
Perhaps they overlooked it, perhaps they subconsciously refused to accept it.
The Holy Fire extinguished, the kingdom was destined to collapse, and their Pope undoubtedly t a grim fate.
Saint Riel was truly destroyed.
Rod clenched his fist. Was there still a way?
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