No army that still retained the will to fight would ever halt its march to war over a few words.
Vera Fortress had witnessed the beginning and end of this long war. Even as it became a sacrifice of the conflict, it continued to watch the two wars to the south and north in the form of ruins.
It had all begun with the conflict between the Empire and the Church of Dawn, but things had changed now. The appearance of the other races had brought unforeseen complications to everything.
Even so, the conflict between the Empire and The Church had reached the point where they could no longer turn their weapons around and fight the other races together.
The struggle of faith had to have a definite outcome. Defeat would bring even greater conflict, while victory would not make the war between the two sides disappear.
The nobles of this land were the most devastated. War and slaughter had come one after another, yet even now, they still could not stop. With two wars raging and so many Extraordinary Legions locked in increasingly fierce battle, they did not even know whom they should hope would claim the final victory.
Until one moment.
A majestic aura rose from the depths of the earth like the seed of a towering tree, then hung high above The Dome. Pale blue-white branches of light spread across the sky over this land, while drooping leaves and roots shone brilliantly, beautifully.
The suddenly appearing great aura blocked out the sunlight, representing the descent of Her will.
Only a great will could stop this war. The soldiers raised their heads and stared in shock at the magnificent sight in the sky, while the Legends who understood something of what was happening turned their eyes toward the