"Azure Garden has fallen, twilight descends."
These eight simple words sealed the fate of this ancient nation.
A gleam shone through Norton's gloomy eyes.
The flame of ambition.
"Remember, although those evil followers are currently our allies," Norton began, his voice low, "once chaos erupts—they will no longer be allies, but enemies."
He looked at Shiayar, who was standing beside him with a bow, and slowly spoke again.
"This nation is destined to end."
"When a giant falls, everyone will crawl onto its corpse to drink its marrow and blood."
"And in that impending uprising, Silvia will become the focal point of everything."
"Twilight is about to be unsealed and descend upon the world of mortals. She is the only key, directly determining the ultimate fate of that ancient god..."
Norton's hoarse voice reminded Shiayar of a desert death adder.
