Under the night sky, the Empire Capital was being oppressed by dark clouds that had gathered unnoticed. Amidst the gloom, hot arcs of electricity roamed the dusky clouds.
"We have finally succeeded."
"The Sacred Relic passed down by our ancestors has actually responded to our supplications once more."
Inside the dilapidated house, several people were animated with excitement. They were all dressed in grayish-white robes, with a distorted snake emblem embroidered on their collars.
Unlike other evil cults full of confidence, determined to overturn the Empire Capital and spread the will of the Evil God they served to every corner of the continent, these people had never held much hope for the coming of their lord from the start.
For already a millennium, even before the Holy Calendar was established in the Third Era, they could no longer hear the voice of the lord they served.
