Above the Holy Light Imperial Capital.
The old gods fall, the new gods ascend!
Two thousand years ago.
Since its battle with the Abyss Will, the Magic World Will has been on the brink of death, gravely injured.
It was too weak.
So much so that it couldn't even reclaim its own authority and could only let Amon steal its origin and power.
In truth, given its status, it should have entered death long ago.
But it couldn't die, nor did it dare to!
Once it died,
the entire Magic World would become a realm of eternal doom!
So it could only endure its frail and ancient body, silently bearing endless torment and erosion.
During these long two thousand years, it had chosen many proxies.
Unfortunately,
all of them failed without exception.
Until the appearance of Lu Yuan brought a glimmer of hope to it.
But with the lessons learned from Amon, it dared not easily trust anyone again.
So all these years,
it has been quietly observing and waiting for Lu Yuan's growth.
