Egypt

Thirteen years ago, the Egyptians had lost contact with Greece across the Mediterranean Sea.

As the busiest harbor, Alexander panicked for a while at first, but soon resigned itself to fate.

Our Celestial Empire was vast and rich—why would it need to communicate with the barbarians to the north? After merchant ships that had set out for Greece returned one after another with empty holds, the harbor city of Alexander had already lost the prosperity and vitality it had possessed many years before. Aside from a few fishermen unwilling to abandon their homes, many people in the city had taken their families and gone to Cairo to scrape out a living.

But to the Wizards of Egypt, who preached as demigods while wearing animal-headed masks or simply transforming into men with beasts' heads, the situation in the north was clearly not as simple as the common people believed. This was not merely the severing of a sea route, but an evil brewing over the Balkan Peninsula. Dark clouds that had not dispersed for over a decade could absolutely be called a wonder in this vast world, and the terrifying wraiths hidden within those clouds were devouring the once-vibrant land beneath their feet. They knew that if those wraiths were allowed to obtain everything on the peninsula, their next move would certainly be toward the warmer, more prosperous south.

Thus, although the mortals of Alexander left their homes one after another and the streets grew desolate, more and more Wizards instead gathered in the bay far from the city. This also made the Alexandrians who remained in their homeland feel incomparably honored and fortunate. Being able to pay respects to a god was already the greatest honor in an ordinary Egyptian's life, let alone being able to often see a god