The Morpheus Civilization Ruins had emerged.
Among players at the Rock, Bronze, and Silver Tiers, it drew little attention.
After all, apart from the few who had received invitations, no other players knew about the Civilization Ruins.
But the Gold Tier players, along with the handful at the very top of the Silver Tier, all turned toward the direction where the six lights had vanished.
"Only six people? That can't be right!" Duke Night Ancient muttered.
"Heh heh heh... Mortarion, whatever you're planning, my people will ruin it. The age of the Four Horsemen is long gone. Stop clinging to the past."
A Gold Tier big shot gave a sinister smile.
A man seated atop a mountain drained his cup of wine. His gaze crossed space to the Civilization Ruins and the six streaks of light.
A barely perceptible flicker passed through his world-weary eyes.
The Land of Blood, the Fallen Abyss, the Hall of Fate, the Sleeping Temple, Mechanical Supremacy, Snake Kiss, the Blood Clan, the Wild Court...
Whatever the leaders of these Gold Tier Factions were doing, they all shifted their gazes toward the six lights streaking across the astral orbits.
And above them all stood an even more all-knowing organization—the Astral Orbit Order.
This was an observatory filled with instruments: astrolabes, star compasses, armillary spheres, star charts, and more.
A man stood tall within it. The robe he wore looked like the night sky draped over his shoulders, its stars shining bright.
In his hands was a heavy book that glowed with many colors.
"The age of chaos is about to end, and Civilization's throne will welcome back its master. The Four Horsemen's departure is only temporary. When Civilization's glory shines again, the Four Horsemen will watch their faith ascend to the summit once more."
"History does