Chapter 141: Religion and Hope

On December 2, 1110, Blaise, Angel of Miracles, made a historic declaration in Backlund Sq. in entrance of your complete empire.

The Lord of Storms had died, slain by the Everlasting Blazing Solar, who had additionally seized his authority. The information was like a bomb that detonated within the feeble minds of mortals.

Gods had all the time been All-powerful and All-Highly effective of their eyes. Above all, there have been those that stood with the eternity. Consequently, the prospect of a god’s loss of life surprised them to their core, little by little extinguishing the burning hope of their hearts.

Religion was an necessary pillar of help in everybody’s coronary heart. That is very true in these darkish and determined occasions.

However a god had died. It demonstrated to the world that even the gods can succumb to the tide of time.

So how about them? Can they even make it by the approaching chaos? Many unsettling questions raced by their heads.

Despair and hopelessness pervaded the world because the nonetheless darkness took their hearts, extinguishing the burning hope.

Nonetheless, the historians did their job. Their quivering arms recorded historical past for future generations.

The Holy Struggle was a battle between seven church buildings. The gods themselves had been mentioned to have fought on earth, pitting the primal forces of the cosmos towards one another. A poetic historian even acknowledged that the holy conflict felt extra like your complete world was at conflict with itself.

The ending of the variations, nonetheless, was the identical.

The Lord of Storms was slain by the Everlasting Blazing Solar because the world-ending storm was engulfed by infinite pure mild.

The Solar God then conquered the Sky and Ocean as his personal crown….

On December 10, 1110. The declaration’s repercussions had been nonetheless felt throughout the Trunsoest empire, as practically one-fifth of the empire’s inhabitants misplaced their pillar of religion.

Chaos erupted within the orderly utopia, leaving its imprint on the empire and threatening to tear it aside with its twisted claws.

Surprisingly, the Evening Emperor didn’t use his authority to forcefully suppress the chaos, however as a substitute allowed it to occur, inadvertently eroding the empire’s ‘Order.’

In the meantime, the horns of conflict sounded as soon as extra because the undead military of Bayam Empire, which had been stationed within the cannel between the Northern and Southern Continents, resumed their march into the Northern Continent, marching in direction of Trunsoest Empire.

The Tudor Empire and the Solomon Empire each started mobilising and marching towards one another.

The haze of conflict started to engulf your complete world but once more…

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eleventh December, 1110. Palace of Eternity, Backlund.

Silvery snow bled down from cloudy sky. It fell straight and steadily with no wind, in a comfortable common diffusion extra complicated than the gusts and eddies of the morning.

It engulfed Backlund’s capital, creating an ethereal scene. There was nobody within the streets, bridges, or balconies to witness this spectacle although, aside from the solar god strolling in direction of a towering door.

He lastly checked out him and spoke verily. “Chaos. Trunsoest, generally chaos is important.”

A god’s fall can’t be fully hid, particularly on this period. Will probably be revealed a method or one other, although the results might be much less extreme than they’re now.

Aucuses determined to go forward with it whatever the penalties, with the intention to keep away from any future issues with the religion.

“I do know” Trunsoest gave a forlorn smile. “There have to be Chaos earlier than order. Neither can exist with out the opposite.”

“Certainly.” Aucuses nodded, nonetheless stunned by his change. “It is like two sides of the identical coin. Nevertheless, this doesn’t preclude you from finishing up your order.”

“Always remember, Steadiness is essential. Chaos and Order come second.”

“I’d do nicely to keep in mind that.” Trunsoest muttered, his dimmed eyes brightening, “However order alone is not going to finish this era of despair and hopelessness; the truth is, it might worsen the scenario.”

“Give it a while.” Wanting across the desolate metropolis, Aucuses advised. “The scars will fade with time. Individuals will ultimately transfer on.”

Trunsoest nodded quietly, his golden eyes nonetheless flashing with excruciating visions and pictures.

“Who do you assume you will face first, Trunsoest?” Aucuses instantly requested, noticing his depressed coronary heart.

“First” Trunsoest was silent in thought earlier than answering. “Salinger. Will probably be him.”

“Inform me earlier than you go into battle.” Aucuses mentioned solemnly. “I will struggle alongside you.”

Trunsoest did not appear stunned and likewise did not ask any questions. He merely nodded in settlement.

Then he mentioned quietly, trying into Aucuses’ eyes.

“Thanks.”

Aucuses patted his shoulders. “It is all the time you, Trunsoest. Do not forget that. I simply confirmed you the trail.”

“Even so, thanks for every thing.” Trunsoest bowed barely.

Aucuses smiled. “Stroll your path, Trunsoest. The final piece of recommendation I may give you is to give up bowing, not even to me.”

When Trunsoest heard this, he instantly seemed up, solely to see golden particles of sunshine fade into obscurity.

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