Her heart suddenly clenched.

“No.”

The brown skinned woman closed her eyes and sighed.

“They are the best Mystics in the world. They wouldn’t be so reckless and short-sighted to destroy the world, right?”

This time, the empty voice in the air laughed emotionlessly. There was a gloomy tone in it.

“More than six hundred years ago, he said this to us too.”

The woman tightened her grip on her forearm.

“Who?”

The visitor in the air slowly sighed and uttered a strange phrase, “The Holy Sun.”

Freuland was slightly stunned.

‘The Holy Sun.

‘How long has it been since I last heard that name?’

The mysterious person in the air spoke softly, “During the last fight in the Battle of Eradication, he personally descended to the Final Empire’s Capital of Triumph to speak to the Truth Brothers, who had been driven into a corner...

“It happened before the final negotiations.”

Freuland did not answer.

Another wave rose. The setting sun in the west completely sank below the sea’s surface, leaving the quiet and comfortable world with... a bleak future.v