Compared to passing through the council, writing stories is the most efficient method.
This city has lost its voice, with survivors sitting silently on the streets, witnessing the sealed history. After several eras, the concept of 'god' has once again invaded this nation.
The bell tolled far, reaching the ears of everyone in the Western Continent, making them feel as if they, along with the favored warrior, had conquered the sea, completing one thrilling voyage after another.
Yue stood before the bell, tightly focusing on every carving atop it.
Was it the great Master of Tides who crafted it in His twilight years?
Even though the altar was sealed, He looked forward to someday someone discovering this place, letting the bell toll throughout every corner of the Western Continent.
