Arrival in Bayam

After a few seconds of silence amid the gray fog, Sun spoke.

"Besides the statue, there were quite a few damaged murals there, along with terrifying evil spirits wandering around. However, two elders of the Council of Six led an exploration team and eliminated them..."

"I didn't see those murals myself. They supposedly depicted prophecies of the apocalypse and the Fallen Creator saving his believers, as well as the corresponding bloody sacrificial rituals..."

"In the corner of one mural, there were unusual characters derived from Jotun. After roughly deciphering them, the elders believed they meant:"

"Rose Redemption."

"This might have been the alias of whoever painted the murals, or the name of the organization that built the temple and the city-state around it."

"According to the Chief's judgment, these murals are at least a thousand years old."

"I mean a thousand years as you understand them. Um, but I can't be completely certain. In the City of Silver, we—we consider periods of frequent, intense lightning daytime, and periods of sparse, milder lightning nighttime. One cycle is a day, while the four seasons exist only in books. So we can't keep track of the exact number of days. Only the Chief can confirm that."

Sun's description left Sifa deeply shaken. Without a doubt, the continent where the City of Silver stood was far more dangerous than anywhere else.

At the same time, its history was more ancient than he had imagined.

Listening to Sun, Sifa couldn't help entertaining a few conjectures. Could faith in the True Creator have spread from the City of Silver? Judging by the timeline, perhaps that faith could be traced back to the Fourth Epoch.

And that faith had survived all this time. The Aurora Order, which had emerged no more than three hundred years ago, was