An oppressive silence settled over all four of them. Though they sat in a magnificent Palace, a chill ran through their hearts.
"Those Plague Zombies..." Emperor Simdo spoke first, but he did not know what else to say.
Before this, he had never imagined that the Divine Eagle Empire, once at the height of its power, would come to this under his rule. Surely he was not meant to be the emperor who lost his empire!
But reality was that cruel. Even though he had not lost his empire and its strength had not declined at all, he was powerless against the tide.
The power he had once taken such pride in could no longer turn the tide. Their enemies were stronger than they had expected, and with the Deities' complete disappearance, the support they had relied on was gone.
In the past, they had harbored all kinds of criticisms and grievances against those lofty Deities. Yet when the crucial moment came, insignificant humans instinctively hoped the Deities would save them.
"How are things on your side?" Emperor Kronwell was the more seasoned of them. He picked up the conversation and asked Saint Fran and Link.
The former Holy Light Church had transformed itself into the Revolutionary Party, and it was growing rapidly.
If the Plague Zombies had not appeared, it might soon have surpassed the Holy Light Church at its peak. After all, the Revolutionary Party's platform held tremendous appeal for ordinary people.
But there were no ifs. The Plague Zombie outbreak hit the Revolutionary Party, whose foundation lay among ordinary people, hardest of all. It had also spread itself so thin that it could scarcely tend to every front.
"Ah!" Saint Fran sighed. Having shed his Divine Robe for the clothes of an ordinary civilian, the Pontiff looked