Wuya City was the capital of the Dark Moon Empire.
Its name came from the saying, "The sea of learning knows no bounds."
It warned every mage that truth had no limits.
They were merely climbing.
For a mage, the most important thing was humility.
Of course, that humility was limited to dealings between mages.
Mages usually looked down on all other professions.
There was a Court of Responding Heavens in Wuya City.
This enormous island floated permanently in the sky, yet not a trace of spellcasting could be seen.
Moreover, its spells were upgraded at regular intervals.
The Thirteen Councilors resided upon it.
The church's holy ground was also upon it.
This island could be said to be the heart of the nation, the place that determined the country's direction and policies.
At the same time, for the citizens of the Dark Moon Empire,
the Court of Responding Heavens was a spiritual symbol second only to the Moon God.
As long as this island remained afloat, it meant the Dark Moon Empire had not fallen.
But what the lower ranks did not know was that the important figures had long been frantic with worry.
Never take the higher ranks for fools.
When the balance of yin and yang shifted even slightly, these important figures noticed it before anyone else.
The First Councillor was an Old Man with graying hair and a gentle temperament.
But he was a genuine Rank 8.
Unless under special circumstances, higher ranks did not die of old age.
If it was not a disguise, one's outward age was generally related to one's state of mind.
The First Councillor rubbed his head in frustration. "You have all seen the intelligence Jadith brought back from the front lines, haven't you?"
"Have there been any breakthroughs regarding another