The elven lands, on the Thirteenth Layer of the Necropolis of the Gods, home of the Elf Clan.
The ten years were up. That familiar black passage silently opened amid the shadows of the trees on the Thirteenth Layer, a dark halo rippling around its edges.
Beirut stepped out of the passage, still wearing that plain black robe. His hair and beard were white, his face thin, as though the past ten years had left no trace on him.
"Everyone, ten years have passed. It's time to leave."
"Lord Beirut." Everyone bowed at once.
Beirut nodded without saying anything more, then turned toward the passage. Everyone followed him. As they once again passed the edge of the enormous crater blasted into the Thirteenth Layer by Magnetic Abyss Thunder Burial, Dylan glanced back at that bottomless hole. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, but he said nothing.
At the entrance to the Necropolis of the Gods, the four enormous reliefs still stood in silence. Beirut stopped before them and turned around.
"Quite a few things have happened on the Yulan Continent while you were away." His gaze fell on Loa. "Loa, you should know something about them. Your original body is still on the Yulan Continent."
"I know, my lord." A cold gleam flashed through Loa's eyes. His original body was on the Yulan Continent, and the soul connection between it and his Divine Clone had never been broken.
"Loa, what is the situation on the continent now?" Catherine asked.
"The entire continent is engulfed in war." Loa's voice was quiet, but every word deepened the frowns of everyone present. "Someone has unified the former Dark Alliance and Holy Union west of the Magical Beast Mountain Range, marshaled countless undead, and launched an all-out war against the entire continent. For