Bellavella had brought us a piece of baffling history, revealing the truth behind the Destruction Legion's final battle seven hundred thousand years ago and the secret of the warship wreckage in Ruins World. No one had expected this to ultimately be connected to a Fallen Apostle who was already dead, much less that Fallen Apostle being Ockham!
Ockham, the one I had punched to death in the Hall of Documents that day. Damn it, even dead, he still wouldn't stop haunting us.
Yet despite all the intelligence Bellavella had provided, neither Sandora nor I felt as if the fog had lifted. On the contrary, what she had told us only made things even more confusing.
If what she said was true, then seven hundred thousand years ago, Ockham's army had fought a fierce battle against Viska's Destruction Legion. That battle had utterly crushed the latter, and Viska had fled into the depths of the void. Ockham's forces, meanwhile, had been severely weakened and, after dragging things out for a while, were swallowed up by Bellavella, who had already become a Fallen Apostle. Perhaps that explained why Ockham had eventually broken with Bellavella. That sly bastard had even ambushed her after leaving Azeroth World, catching her off guard. There was clearly old enmity between them. The warship wreckage we had seized from Ruins World had originally been the research flagship of Ockham's fleet. Though Viska had suffered a crushing defeat in that battle, she had ultimately captured that ship. It now seemed highly likely that the research flagship had been split in two by the Destruction Legion's bombardment. She had then sealed it on the spot inside a planet formed from piled-up warship wreckage, ordering the local natives to guard the Holy Treasury before she left. That part of history was