"Bullshit." Vivian was concise, but her blunt dismissal left the two Eben elders baffled. Brufly stared at her in surprise. "How can you..."
"The Day of Return? I understood everything you said," Vivian said, apparently uninterested in the slightest, her tone full of disdain. "It's nothing more than the usual claim that the various inhuman races are about to regain their strength, that the glorious dynasties established by the inhumans back then will reappear, that the Demon Hunters will all die, and that the Earth will belong to us or whatever. This claim has never stopped circulating since the Demon Hunters wiped out the last Sart Kingdom more than three thousand years ago. It comes up almost once every century. And what happened? The Sart tried to reclaim their mountains, and now only a little over a hundred of them are left alive. The Death Monarch wanted to rebuild his army, and now you can hardly find a trace of the undead anywhere on Earth. Even the Death Monarch's own skull was smashed to pieces and fed to the dogs. Five hundred years ago, the Volm Werewolf Tribe attacked the Human Church, and their elder appeared on a Demon Hunter's boots on the third day—as insoles and uppers. The worst off were the Cave Dwellers. They tried to reclaim their underground lairs in the North, but just after gathering together, they ran into the Soviets conducting underground nuclear tests. Not even ash remained. I was present for most of these incidents or obtained firsthand information through other channels. The revival of the Mythical Era? Heh—so long as the inhumans remain as scattered as they are now, without a massive population resurgence, and so long as neither humanity nor the Demon Hunters suffer some event severe enough to cause genocide, the