............The woman nodded slowly, allowing Serena to help her to her feet. Serena signaled to a nearby holy knight to escort the woman and immediately set up a temporary area where they could give her counseling.Cardinal Serena then approached other people who were also overwhelmed by despair. She spoke to them in a soothing tone, offering comfort and hope.Cardinal Serena not only had the gift of healing but also Persuasive Oratory, a talent that made her speeches and seminars deeply moving and inspiring, able to strengthen people's faith.So Cardinal Serena was the right person for this job, and she excelled in helping those who had lost hope and were on the verge of losing themselves.Meanwhile, Pope Aurelius was directing the holy knights and men from Lumara, Chauhan, and Moonshroud Family who had surrendered to Aarav, ensuring that aid was distributed efficiently.He also asked them to use their family resources and contact construction companies immediately to start rebuil
............"Hahaha... leader, we thank you in advance for your generosity. We, Servants of the Scourge, are grateful for being chosen for this mission. Please let us know if there's anything else we can do for you!" Nineteen men stood up, bowing to him, expressing their humble gratitude and trying to curry favor.He was the sole Acolyte of the Blight present, and the rest were lower in rank. They knew they had to please him if they wanted to climb the ladder in the organization.Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted, filled with a chaotic swirl of dark energies.The leader, now basking in the respect of the Servants of the Scourge, allowed a sinister smile to spread across his face. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction."Very well," he said, his voice filled with a chilling authority. "With the success of our mission, the Cult of the Plague God will be pleased with our progress. We have shown our enemies the true power of chaos and terror."The mention of their cult's name sent a ripple o
............"Ahhh...this is...!" New strings of information flooded Aarav's brain. The locket around his neck was also shining. If he weren't occupied with the headache and the influx of new information, he might have noticed this.Aarav struggled to stay conscious as the searing pain in his head grew stronger. Every part of him urged him to give in, but he fought to stay awake.Through the haze of pain, fragments of new knowledge began to form clear thoughts. It felt like ancient wisdom was flooding his mind, each piece part of a larger puzzle he couldn't yet see.As the pain slowly faded, Aarav's breathing slowed. "Phew...!" he exhaled as he opened his eyes. His vision was blurry at first, but it quickly cleared.The locket around his neck had dimmed, its brief glow fading as if it had served its purpose.Pope Aurelius and the Cardinals stood up, their eyes wide with astonishment."My Lord," the Pope said, his voice trembling with awe, "What just happened? The divine energy...it
............"Ohh... it's that old? I didn't know," Pope Aurelius said, shocked by the revelation. He had no idea the records were so ancient.Just like the previous Pope guarded the treasury before him, he had been doing his duty without knowing much about the history of their own organization, let alone the world. He only knew a little from the five record books he could read."Let's find some more books similar to this one!" Aarav said before he put down the book on the table and looked into other shelves.After spending some time searching through the books, Aarav, with the help of Pope Aurelius, who could only use the illustrations to make sense of them, found about ten books."Hmm, even though some of these records have deteriorated, I can make do with them," Aarav said, looking at the ten books on the table. As he flipped through one, he noted their aged condition."Hmm, should I fetch you some new sturdy materials so you can record on them?" Pope Aurelius asked, glancing at t
............The Pope's hands trembled slightly as he held the papers, his eyes scanning the pages with careful attention. He saw the rise and fall of gods, the battles that shaped the world, and the mercy that forged a fragile peace.Each page was a testament to the divine and mortal struggles that had created the world they now inhabited."I... I had no idea," the Pope murmured, his voice filled with wonder. "To think that our gods' histories are so intertwined, and that we share this world with others shaped by such profound forces..."Aarav nodded, understanding the gravity of the knowledge he had just written down. "Yes. This history not only shows us where we come from but also reminds us of the delicate balance that maintains our world. Each continent, each society, carries the legacy of their divine rulers. It's a reminder of both our shared heritage and the responsibilities we bear."As Aarav went back to reading other books, preparing to record them in his current language,
............Just like Sylas, she felt the ripple that passed through the world. Connected to the stars, she immediately saw the path from which it came. She made a greeting sign before opening her eyes and bowing in that direction."Congratulations to the Heir of God Elandor. I express my deep respect and greetings to you," Aria muttered with a smile. She held her bow for a moment before standing up and returning to her prayers to her Goddess.The platform was bathed in a soft, ethereal light, the stars twinkling above casting gentle shadows. The air was filled with a serene stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of robes as Aria moved. The statue of Astraia stood tall and graceful, its features calm and wise, reflecting the essence of the goddess herself.Meanwhile, In the last land was the Dominion of Orion, ruled by Orion, the God of Strength. The people there were born warriors, dedicating their lives to strength and honor.The grand arena was a colossal structure,
............Bloodied and bruised, they launched themselves at Marcus with relentless fury. But one by one, they fell, their strength no match for the Paragon of Power."Oohhhhhh....Lord Paragon....!!""Lord Paragon...Ohhhhh!!"As the battle raged on, the stands erupted with cheers and roars, the crowd in awe of the spectacle before them. Marcus stood in the center of the chaos, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes still blazing with that fierce, excited grin plastered across his face."Whooosh...!!"The dust settled slowly, revealing a scene of devastation. Warriors lay scattered across the arena, some struggling to rise, others too exhausted or injured to move."Hufff...!!"Marcus stood victorious, his bronze skin glistening with sweat, his muscles taut and ready for more."Lord Paragon....Lord Paragon is unbeatable...!!" The crowd's cheers grew even louder, their voices merging into a single, deafening roar.They celebrated the incredible display of might and valor, their bel
............"Let's leave. Those two will surely report everything to Lord Paragon, and I’m not sure if Lord Paragon noticed our actions. We might get punished for the blasphemy we committed!" the Third Elder said, watching the First and Second Elders running towards Lord Paragon.The Third and Fourth Elders were in the second group, who took immediate and sometimes underhanded actions for the safety of their people. They were not disloyal to their Lord Paragon, but they didn’t follow his idealistic way of doing things."How can this simple-minded musclemen understand our cause? If not for us, how many lives do you think the cultists would have taken?" the Fourth Elder spoke in anger and frustration, feeling misunderstood and wrongly judged by their people and their Lord Paragon.The Third Elder placed a hand on the Fourth Elder’s shoulder, trying to calm him. “We do what we must for the greater good. It’s not about recognition or praise. It’s about protecting our people, even if it