But there were no results.
The doctors couldn't find the cause.
The soldiers couldn't uncover the culprit.
All there was, was death.
People died en masse, like wheat before the wind, cut down by a scythe, uniformly collapsing.
'I am not wrong! It's the world that is wrong!'
After shouting these words, the 'new king' died silently, just like his subjects.
Countries around the world sealed off all entry and exit points to 'Rogo Kingdom'.
It wasn't until half a year later that they reopened.
By that time, the people of 'Rogo Kingdom' were all dead.
Everyone was dead.
Even livestock, animals, and plants were no exception.
There was no sign of life.
Tall buildings collapsed, the earth cracked.
It was truly an apocalyptic scene.
Jason looked at the illustrations in the book, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.
What happened?
A plague?
Or...
Some kind of ritual?