Three years later.
"Something's happened, Lord Garen! You need to get back to the Demacia Empire right away!"
That day, the Undying Warrior Ankh suddenly rushed into the Miniature Plane, shouting in a panic.
"What happened?"
Garen had been feeling restless while cultivating these past few days. He had a bad feeling that something was about to happen.
Especially since Linley had left the Miniature Plane a few days ago, saying he wanted to get some fresh air, and still hadn't returned.
"That guy Olivier challenged Lord Linley. They broke the Bosa Embankment and released a lot of powerful people from other planes. Lord Linley immediately used Soul Transmission to tell me he was worried some Gods might go to Demacia..."
Garen didn't wait for him to finish. He used Soul Transmission to tell Little Dragon to follow him, then rushed out of the Miniature Plane.
He flew toward the Demacia Empire at Extreme Speed.
His heart was pounding with anxiety.
"Whew."
Only when he saw the quiet, bustling Light-Extinguishing City below did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the Baruch and Demacia Empires bordered each other, while the Bosa Embankment lay between the O'Brien and Yulan Empires, quite far from the Demacia Empire.
As soon as Garen flew back, he sensed his surroundings with his divine sense. He didn't detect any Gods nearby, which put him somewhat at ease.
"I did so much, yet I still couldn't avoid this calamity. It's easy to know the will of Heaven, but hard to defy it."
Garen had been cultivating in the Miniature Plane for nearly ten years. The War God and the others were only a few days away from emerging from the Graveyard of the Gods. Just as he had relaxed, disaster had struck.
He didn't know whether