before it fell on the barely-burning torch on the floor.

"Eighteen years ago, the King of Eternal Rule, Aydi Jadestar the Second and Constellation recreated the miracle of our predecessors, which occurred during the Battle of Eradication. They created an unprecedented, forbidden weapon."

Ricky’s voice became fierce and solemn. It sent a slight chill down Thales’ spine.

It was a legendary anti-mystic equipment without any limits or restrictions."

The flames from the torch licked the paper with the well-drawn sketch of the Dragon Breaker. It was now scorched black due to the embers remaining on the torch.

It was thicker and darker than the surrounding color in Black Prison.

"A secret weapon that can completely seal Blood Spike and Hellen..."

Ricky’s voice was cold, and every word was accompanied by the faint crackle of the burning paper.

"One that can completely end their reign of terror for seven centuries...

"The perfect anti-mystic equipment..."

*Clack!*

The embers trembled, and sparks flew out from it.

Thales’ mind almost froze. He felt his breathing become stagnant. His hands and feet were also cold.

The Black Prophet’s strange attitude...

Asda’s fervent ardor...

The Duke of the Northern Territory’s hysteria before his imprisonment...

King Nuven’s thought-provoking attitude when he told him the truth...

Little Rascal’s hesitation to speak before they parted...

And... the secret of the Bloody Year.

Countless terrible answers and questions rose made themselvess known his mind.

Ricky sneered and said, "Naturally, it’s also the ferry bell that rang for the entire Jadestar Royal Family before they collectively went to Hell’s River during the Bloody Year."

In the darkness, the Knight of Judgment’s trembling voice slowly rose into the air. "No..."

Thales suddenly felt that the area around him was very dark, still, and chilly.

Ricky cackled, serving as a foil against Zakriel’s faint weeping.

"It’s simply hard to imagine. Aydi the Second, a seemingly mediocre king who practically had no achievements to claim and whom the people of the world regarded as having done nothing for them..."

Multiple layers of shadows appeared on Ricky’s face in the dark. Then, it spread out gradually along with his voice, which carried endless lament and mockery.

"He was probably... the first king of mankind since the Battle of Eradication who dared stomp on the calamities’ might and strength, as well as the Two Empresses’ power and pride at the same time."

*Puff!*

A soft noise chimed in. The last spark from the torch on the floor flew into the air

The unique and strange shortsword on the drawing paper was reduced to ashes.

It crumbled inch by inch and drowned in the boundless darkness.