Atop the ruins of a skyscraper somewhere, the shattered remains still faintly revealed Miken's former prosperity.
Now, it was nothing but a heap of rubble, left unattended.
Yet that day, a group of unwelcome visitors arrived at the ruins, and the Wanderer was among them.
He was dressed as before, in tattered clothes, though they had been cleaned neatly.
The others included a fat man gnawing on a chicken leg, a fashionable woman constantly looking into a mirror, and an Old Man dressed as a West Continent Lord, holding a glass of red wine...
"I've realized that the Heaven's Mandate Society has reached the point where it must be eliminated," the vagrant said flatly.
"Our ancestors were always like this, using methods that were urgent and effective, yet never considering how much harm they would bring to their descendants," the lord sighed, taking a sip of red wine.
"After all, we believe in the lord, not our ancestors. Of course our ancestors wouldn't care whether their descendants lived or died. They only cared about the lord," the fat man said, biting into the chicken leg.
"The Heaven's Mandate Society won't be easy to eradicate. Their beliefs are too deeply entrenched. Even if we wipe out some of them, it won't accomplish much," the lord said, shaking his head.
"Hmph, that's only because we haven't been ruthless enough. As long as we wipe them out in one sweep and impose strict measures, it'll be fine. Our strength far surpasses theirs," the fashionable woman said as she stared into her mirror.
"That would certainly have worked before. But now they're hiding within the Colossus's territory. The Colossus simply will not allow anyone else to harm its believers. That ties our hands. How can we wipe them out in one sweep?" the lord