No one had expected the Number One Void World to end up like this.
The war had begun as a clash between the Divine Eagle Empire and the Holy Light Church, two powers at their peak. The empire had been at a slight disadvantage and had suffered several heavy blows early on.
The Holy Light Church had seemed poised for victory. With the Frost Giant Court's help, it had nearly crushed the empire's flank.
But within a few short months, the tide had turned. A coup in the Frost Giant Court had ousted the old king, who had been close to the Holy Light Church. The new giant king, Akswaili, had withdrawn from the war and was watching for a chance to profit at the church's expense.
The Death Council, which had kept a low profile until then, had also made its move. Four million undead troops, led by the Immortal Legion, had poured out in full force.
The Holy Light Church had left troops to defend the North, but they were outnumbered several times over and had been driven back again and again.
Crash!
On the top floor of the Holy Light Tower, inside a study.
Archbishop Link's face was dark with anger. A vase lay shattered where he had hurled it.
The Holy Light Church's foremost Archbishop had finally lost his composure. He had never imagined things would reach this point. Worse, none of it was his fault—or even within his power to change.
Even the Pontiff of the Holy Light Church, a figure as great as a Deity in his eyes, could do nothing but watch this time.
The Death Council's march from the North and the Frost Giant Court's change of allegiance were not triumphs of the Divine Eagle Empire's Foreign Ministry. Nor had some master