The Millennium Tide

Clang, clang, clang—the urgent tolling of bells rang out through Leo Palace. The monks of the Sanctuary streamed outside, their bare feet treading across marble as white as clouds, and made their way to Ironheart Square. Above the city of the mighty lion, clouds gathered as rolling black masses pressed in from the horizon.

The Great Magic Tide had indeed arrived just as Brando predicted. From the Ten Cities to the Sea of Flashes, from the Hazel people's mechanical realm to the Hanging Cloud Mountain Range in the Far East, the surge of the Magic Tide had alarmed everyone.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up in astonishment. A hazy, indistinct blue was crossing the black sky, glowing like the dawn. It was also like a curved arc, piercing through the clouds, crossing half the sky, and stabbing toward the firmament overhead.

At that moment, all the Star Seers of Vonder were filled with dread. The Sea of Magic roared violently, and every saint hiding in a prayer room and devoutly praying to their god found it difficult to calm the turmoil in their hearts.

The black clouds obscured the light of the stars and moon. Darkness swept across the mountains, rivers, plains, glittering lakes, and rolling forests. From west to east, the Columns of Order within every sanctuary across Vonder's vast land lit up one after another.

Marsha's Tiamat Law issued a warning to everyone, heralding the arrival of an age of chaos.

In Ironheart Square, the high-ranking bishops looked up at the sudden transformation in the sky, their faces filled with indescribable expressions. Some whispered among themselves, but more had already begun turning away.

"Go to the Great Hall, ignite the Order Crystal, and send the announcement to the other sanctuaries—"

The booming voice swept across