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WINDS OF CHANGE

While Lino was tinkering with his mind trying to figure out how to go about evolving and upgrading an Defensive Artifact, the world at large was experiencing a massive change, one unseen in the current half of the Warring Era . Even though the Holy Continent has been wrapped in one or more wars at any point in time throughout the era, they were mostly isolated battles . Now, however, it has changed .

In the past ten years or so the number of invasions by Devils has increased to the point that they were impossible to ignore . The battles also usually involved tens of millions of people and millions of casualties . Such a loss couldn’t even be easily ignored by the world’s largest and most populated continent .

Currently, in one of the forbidden areas of the Holy Continent known simply as ’Dreaded Road’, dark and cold winds blew horrifically . The entire stretch of land which went on for hundreds of miles was simply a barren ghostland, bereft of any life but withered trees and rotting skeletons which ranged anywhere from a few meters in size to thousands of meters .

Atop one of the rare plateaus of the Dreaded Road, which oversaw a large swath of the dead land, two figures could be seen . One was currently lying broken and bleeding on the floor, disfigured beyond the point of recognition; a face of the old man was currently wreathed in crimson tears while every single one of his limbs lay separated from his body . He barely had a breadth of life in him, yet even so what terrified him far more than death itself was the youth before him .

The youth had a rather handsome -- yet eerie -- appearance . He had short, black hair and eyes and snow-white skin, slender in build and averagely tall . He also wore a black coat and boots and a casual glance at the youth would lead one to believe it was simply an ordinary, slightly sickly young man .

Yet the elder currently lying an inch away from death had learned a hard way that the youth in front of him was far more terrifying than anything else throughout the stretch of the Dreaded Road . After all, he was one of the Elders of one of the Holy Grounds -- Eternal Paradise Sect -- and was Level 1368, titular Void Realm expert that the entire continent knew as the Thousand Illusions .

Still, despite his near inexhaustible strength and trickery, he barely lasted a few breaths against the youth currently crouching next to him . No, to quantify it within the limits of time would render his defeat useless, for time was a stretch of extremes, both of which he got to experience in his brief encounter with the youth .

"I--I swear . . . I swear . . . " the old man mumbled meekly yet again . "I don’t know . . . I don’t know anything about an Empyrean emerging . . . just . . . just kill me . . . please . . . " the old man begged, unable to show an iota of arrogance someone of his standing would usually have .

"How can you not know?!" the black-haired youth exploded and suddenly stabbed a finger in the old man’s remaining healthy eye, causing the latter to scream out in pain . "It has been ten years since His Majesty has awoken!! Do you really take me for a fool, old fart?! Ten years and not a single Holy Ground -- nay, not a single Bearer -- has managed to even catch a whiff of His scent?!"

"I--I SWEAR!!" the old man screamed with what little energy he had remaining . "Although we-we know he’s awakened . . . we . . . we are unable to locate him . . . "

"Tsk, useless shit," finally growing tired of listening to the same old information, the youth merely swiped his finger over the old man’s throat, instantly killing him . The youth remained crouching for a moment before getting up, cracking his neck once or twice in the process . "Your Majesty . . . he he, no matter how hard you hide, I’ll find you . You’ve promised me . . . promised . . . " the youth spoke into the wind with elated expression . "We would sow Chaos where Order is revered! Together!! Aaah . . . "

**

Beyond the limit of what an eye could see, beyond the stretch of rainy clouds themselves, in the vast expanse of heaven, a simple palace hovered amidst the stars . It was neither large nor extravagant, yet despite its simplicity it had imposing attitude of the Ancient . It seemed as though not even the crack of Heaven’s Lightning could squash it . Not even the long-forgotten gods could destroy it .

Within one of its small rooms decorated merely with a praying mat and nothing else, an old looking-man wearing nothing but a simple cotton pants was currently sitting cross-legged . The man himself appeared even older and more defiant than the entire palace itself, as though he was its heart and soul . Suddenly, the space in front of the old man tore open as a figure walked through . It was another old man, albeit far less imposing . The latter immediately knelt down and lowered his head, his entire body shaking .

" . . . seeing as you’ve come to me," the old man’s eyes opened by an inch as he glanced at the kneeling figure before him . Yet, even so, the latter suddenly felt the pressure of the entire universe descend upon his back, making it impossible to breathe . Luckily, the figure before him closed his eyes a moment later . "The Empyrean has entered the stage?"

" . . . n-no," the kneeling man replied meekly . "M-much . . . worse . . . "

"Much worse?" a tremor ran through the space, one which sent the kneeling man barreling backward into the wall, sound of the breaking bones echoing out . Yet the man didn’t dare cry out in pain, enduring to the best of his abilities . He knew that the figure before him had no intention of harming him . "What could be much worse?"

"T-The Devils . . . R-realm War . . . " the old man barely squeezed through his teeth .

"A Realm War? Has the old Jailer gone insane at last? Interesting . . . " a faint trace of a smile appeared on the old man’s wrinkled face . "Looks like he truly wishes to go against the Mother this time around . However . . . has he already forgotten his sorry figure at the end of the last Realm War? Ha ha . . . very well . You can leave . "

"Y-yes . . . "

**

Deep within the reaches of the earth itself, well beyond the eyes of even the world’s greatest experts, lay a pavilion . It was neither large nor small, made of white jade stone, standing surrounded by the world’s most beautiful and rarest herbs, trees and critters . Nearby a large body of water swirled and surged occasionally, entirely colorless like a child’s tear, yet its bottom still entirely invisible as though endless .

Within the pavilion three figures sat around a small table, all three of them cross-legged; two of the three looked to be in their forties, each complete opposites of one another . The figure on the left had a stalwart build and squared jaw which, in conjunction with short, crimson hair and eyes, made him appear rather imposing . Yet, even so, not an iota of life force could be detected within or without the man, rendering him both dead and alive at the same time .

The man sitting opposite of him, however, was of a slender build, with sleek jaw and eyebrows and azure-colored eyes . His hair was starkly golden and long and unlike the man sitting opposite of him his life force was so exuberant that it shook the space around him involuntarily .

The two were currently playing a game of chess; though there was nothing strange about that in and of itself, the strange part that the game has been going on for eighteen thousand years . . . and neither of the two had gotten up even for a second throughout the whole ordeal .

The man sitting in-between the two appeared much older . He was far thinner than the slender-looking man, yet had far greater life force bursting out from his soul . At the same time, though, he appeared even more lifeless than the stalwart-looking man . The old man suddenly opened his eyes and looked up for a brief moment before his lips curled up in a faint smile .

"You two ought to finish up rather soon . " he spoke slowly and briskly, as though every word of his could shatter the world around him .

" . . . hm?" the stalwart-looking man looked at the old one with a frown on his face . It was his turn and he was suddenly pulled out of his thoughts after nearly six hundred years . It would take a long time to retrace back his thoughts . "Old man, I’ll rip your guts out . "

"That young boy Ethwart has run into the Old One . " the old man said with a chuckle, ignoring the threat .

"Oh?" the slender-looking man exclaimed in a soft surprise . "No wonder old Jailer is running rampart recently going as far as to beg us not to intervene just yet . "

"Ho ho, it’s about time!" the stalwart-looking man suddenly punched the chessboard thereby ending the ninety-eight longest match between the two of them with a resolute draw . Though he knew he would have lost .

"Tsk . Cheeky bastard . "

"It’ll soon be our time to step onto the stage again, huh?" the stalwart-looking man completely ignored the comment, speaking out with a solemn tone .

" . . . it’s too late," the old man spoke out, sighing lightly and shaking his head . "A little Empyrean youngling can hardly do much by now . The best time would have been with the Eshen girl . Ah . . . such a shame . . . "

"Heh, not necessarily," the slender-looking man commented with a faint smile . "The little one is rather peculiar . . . and it looks like Ataxia has decided to completely devout himself to the boy . Chances are, if the boy becomes Titular . . . Ataxia will simply surrender himself over . "

" . . . wouldn’t that be a sight?" the stalwart-looking man spoke out with a grin . "A little human boy becoming the Beholder of Chaos . Ah, how the Heavens would weep . . . "

"Weren’t you also a little human boy at the start?" the stalwart-looking man rolled his eyes as he asked .

"He he, I was quite tall, though . "

"I remember specifically that you were not . "

"You remember wrong . Ah, you’ve already grown so old . . . a little longer and you would catch up to Shin . . . "

"How about I speed up your aging as well, ha ha ha? After all, we can’t have you lagging behind . "

"Ah, I’d rather you don’t . I quite like my young looks, you know?"

"Alright, stop it you two," the old man sighed yet again . "It’s too early to speculate . We’ll know more once the youth joins the Great Descent . Though his character indeed is a bit interesting . "

" . . . leave it to Ataxia to always find the most fascinating ones . . . " the slender-looking man spoke out . "If the other Writs had tenth of his vision, this war would have long since ended . . . "

"For once, I agree with you . . . "

"There has been quite a lot of ’for once’s . You really are growing senile . . . "

"Let’s do something about that aging process of yours after all . "

"I’d really rather you don’t though . . . "