Dragon King Calendar Year 415.
Asla Kingdom, Royal Capital Ars, the main hall of the royal palace.
Inside the hall, Cui Ciyou faced the almost tangible gazes of dozens of the kingdom's most powerful dignitaries, sharp enough to pierce straight through him.
Though a ripple of unease stirred in his heart, his face remained as calm as he could manage, almost cold.
With the Master of Ceremonies' permission, Cui Ciyou stepped forward to stand beside Sauros.
Then he bowed slightly, neither servile nor arrogant, to the man seated high upon the throne-the pinnacle of power in the entire kingdom.
"Your Majesty, I am your subject, the lower noble Cui Ciyou."
"Recently, through some unknown stroke of fate, I awakened a few modest abilities, allowing me to... glimpse an ominous sign of the future."
Cui Ciyou's voice was clear and steady, without the slightest tremor.
It echoed through the vast, magnificent hall, reaching everyone's ears.
"Your Majesty, my lords."
Cui Ciyou's deep black eyes calmly swept over the faces before him, some startled and doubtful, others scornful or scrutinizing.
He continued:
"The future I foresaw holds a... an unprecedented catastrophe in space, caused by a disturbance in magic power of unknown origin, at the level of the world's fundamental laws."
"I call it-the 'Displacement Incident.'"
"Displacement Incident!"
Those words seemed to carry an ominous power of their own.
Everyone's heart abruptly sank!
"According to the divine revelation, this disaster is expected to strike... around Dragon King Calendar Year 417!"
Cui Ciyou deliberately blurred the precise date by adding the word "around."
This was the "reminder" the Human God had given him, as well as the crucial leeway he had left himself for a fate that had already begun to shift.
"It will encompass the entire Fitoia Territory!"
"When it strikes, a