Pushing open the rotten doors, Anna looked at the hall before her, the long-abandoned academy where her mentor had started his career, in the southern province of the Eastern Kingdom.
It is said that nearly a century has passed since then.
In that era, the Archbishop of the Eastern Kingdom was an apprentice of the Goddess of Harvest, and it was also the time when what was called the artistic renaissance began, with a host of remarkable scholars and Proxies springing up like grass after rain upon these plains.
Unfortunately, the majority of that generation of elders were seduced by Chaos, either dragged into hell by their own powers or lured away by external temptations, with only a handful of apprentices surviving the catastrophe.
