Second Orc War (VII)

The heart of the Florian Empire had always been the Imperial Capital.

Yet today, the people of the Imperial Capital felt as though they were hallucinating. They felt the earth tremble violently beneath land where earthquakes should have been impossible.

Of course, a heart was meant to beat. The Empire was full of vitality. Looked at that way, everything seemed to be going smoothly.

People continued going about their business as usual, utterly unaware that above their heads, in the skies over the Imperial Capital, a pair of eyes—invisible to mortals—had opened.

Godslaying was not the undertaking of one person, nor of a single noble house.

Just as Ryan, Count Clayton, and Grand Duke McReynolds had needed powerful extraordinary forces and extraordinary legions to slay gods in the Otherworldly Plane, they too would need such assistance.

The Empire kept ten Legendary Mages in its service. It had never supported them for nothing.

"Lord Palacios."

Palacios, a Life Cultist and commander of the Empire's Highland Mage Corps, was the student of the former Highland Mage Corps commander who had lost his struggle against Ivy Aven. He was also the senior fellow disciple of Grand Mage Macken, creator of the Northern Warhorse, though the two had disagreed in their ideals.

Standing upon his teacher's shoulders, he had surpassed the former Lord Blood God. At the same time, among the Empire's ten mage retainers, he was the one closest to the Imperial House.

"This Divine Remains will require your control."

An elderly member of the Imperial House spoke to the Legendary Mage beneath the watchful eyes of numerous great nobles.

Palacios nodded and looked toward the Emperor.

"Your Majesty, which part of the Divine Remains do you require me to control this time?"

Volvo answered solemnly. At the same time, he raised the