Great Black Heaven

In the middle of a small town beneath the night sky, a crowd gathered around a bonfire, singing and dancing in lively revelry. Young men and women exchanged glances, their eyes brimming with affection.

The autumn harvest had passed, and winter was approaching. The town had grown idle, so the mayor had organized activities for the young villagers to foster their feelings—if a pair could be made, so much the better.

Some young and beautiful girls had also put on their loveliest airs, hoping to catch the eye of a noble lord, or perhaps a handsome young man.

By the bonfire, all was peaceful and harmonious.

Firelight flickered across Mayor Yarlin's face as he watched the three people before him warily, wearing a false smile. "The three of you have come from afar, and I would ordinarily welcome you warmly. But what you are saying sends chills down my spine. Never mind Wasen Fort—even Albis City would not allow such a thing to happen, would they?"

One of the three gave a hypocritical scare. "We are not making alarmist claims. Something major is about to happen in the northwest. Perhaps you still do not know, but a black wizard is about to emerge there. Have you ever heard of the Nightmare Empire?"

The Nightmare Empire was far too ancient for these people; unless one was an old wizard who had lived for centuries, there was simply no way to know of it.

Baron Yarlin shook his head. "Go on."

That man vividly recounted the Nightmare Empire's glorious feats, along with the terrifying abilities of the Nightmare Patriarch.

Virtually invincible, it had cast the entire West Ring Continent into darkness.

"Only our Great Black Heaven can save the people and destroy that demon, Nightmare. Now that Nightmare is about to found