Huayi Worries Himself Sick; The Supreme Law of Order

The faith of the people of Amphoreus dominated the melody of their lives. Especially beneath the apocalypse, with order hanging by a thread, the weak could do nothing but pray to the gods.

Even for a Chrysos Heir like Mydei—whether it was his initial challenge to Hua Yi, driven by his thirst for battle, or his current arrival upon the soil of Castrum Kremnos to recall its war-ravaged past—it all, at its core, revolved around the word [Strife].

He was the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos. Though he had been drowned in the Sea of Hades, then wandered beyond it and become a lone army, none of his grudges with the previous king of Castrum Kremnos should have been inflicted upon its ordinary people.

They were all Mydei's compatriots, and they should have been his subjects as well.

Yet they had been so foolish.

"So in the end, Nikador became the Mad King because of the disaster the people of Castrum Kremnos brought upon themselves? Laughable. Tragic!"

"Don't be so pessimistic."

Hua Yi patted Mydei on the shoulder.

"The murals aren't finished yet. Keep looking."

The murals were indeed not over. Several more remained.

Mydei took a deep breath. Meeting Hua Yi's meaningful gaze, he temporarily suppressed the surging fury in his chest and began interpreting the murals that followed.

"Let this bear witness: the God-King never retreated a single step upon the battlefield. Even when facing the untouchable Black Tide from beyond the mist, it raised its sword alone and boldly met the challenge...?!"

"This mural makes its meaning very clear. The Titan of Strife once fought a great battle against the Black Tide."

Hua Yi continued onward.

At the distant end of the corridor, a majestic temple could vaguely be seen. Its dome had been split open by