"An Su Moningsta."
After ascending thousands of steps, passing through thick clouds and a sky full of stars, there lay Heaven.
"The Eldest Prince is dead."
Above the gates of Heaven, the sacred and archaic voice of the God of Law resounded.
He stood at the highest level of Heaven, his pure white pupils reflecting the inverted image of the entire world. Looking down from Heaven, there was the complicated present world of Farol with occasional flashes of fire bursting from the night, illuminating the entire city brightly.
But those lights were not of prosperity,
— they were of chaos.
"From tonight, the entire Empire will fall into strife and chaos... do you know what kind of disaster this will cause?"
The Radiant Bishop stood at the end of the countless steps. His ethereal and profound voice carried the most mournful and solemn loneliness, like a sigh at the end of the universe, sighing for the beings, for the world, for Radiance.