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On the walls of the City of Holy Light, the old priest who had been rescued three days ago by Isidro using a Portkey was standing shoulder to shoulder with an old friend of his. The old priest had come here to take refuge from a village near the Misty Valley, and had never left. The two of them leaned against the city wall, quietly gazing into the distance and chatting now and then.
"Hopps..."
"Just a few days ago, I thought we'd never get the chance to talk like this again."
"Look at how much the world has changed. In the blink of an eye, everything in front of us has become unfamiliar to old men like us."
"This must be that legendary Age of Darkness, right?"
After watching the farmers working hard to cultivate the vast fields and restore production, then glancing at the Holy Light Army's dragon patrols flying overhead from time to time, the old priest thought about how he and his friend had been chatting for nearly half a day. He was filled with emotion, and for some reason, a strange feeling of unreality washed over him.
He already knew why the world had become this way. He didn't need anyone to explain it to him.
After all, he had seen with his own eyes how it had changed. He had been there at the time. Even now, though, he still found it hard to believe. He couldn't imagine that such a terrifying thing had actually happened right before his eyes.
Especially that miraculous city which, after a flash of white light, had replaced Wyndham, the capital of the Midland Kingdom: the legendary city that had appeared out of thin air after a thousand years. It was countless times larger, grander, and more