Chapter 4: Mysterious Calling and an Encounter.

"Clouds of volcanic ash with darkness laced within as the abyss started breathing, and the foretold imminent war is slowly approaching."

A young man dressed in golden brocade robes, seated on a high, milky white throne with a shallow waterfall in the backdrop. His brows raised slightly as he read the few lines inscribed on a piece of paper.

"It seems like my earldom will be the first to test the waters," he smirked. In his opinion, no matter how great of an evil this land of the Lower Abyss had once harbored, it was all something of a ten-thousand-year-old legend.

Figments of heresy and baseless boasting.

How can this garbage of a continent compare with the Sacred Staircase and the Pantheon of the Gods who preside over it?

Although he was of noble birth to a powerful race on a subsidiary landmass under the jurisdiction of the Sacred Staircase, they received education, battle guidance, and equipment directly from the latter.