The entire island plunged into a strange silence, with only the echo of countless footsteps on the stone slabs remaining.
All the ships at the port hoisted the flags of The Holy Court, and the warehouses once piled high with goods were emptied, all products seized by The Holy Court.
The most shocking sight was the heaps of ashen bones on one side of the island; flames engulfed the bones, and black smoke billowed incessantly day and night, the stench of char and ash permeating the surroundings.
The cathedral originally belonging to the Spirit Awakening Sect now had the Sun Holy Emblem hanging high, becoming the prayer place of The Holy Court.
The Island Lord's Mansion had become the dwelling of Divine Spirits.
Deep within the mansion, in a wide and desolate room, a figure sat quietly in the shadows.
His presence made the surrounding air dense, and the light seemed to fearfully bend.
Suddenly, he slightly raised his head, his gaze fixed on a point in the void.
