"Not relying on the power of deities."
"Instead, using one's own hands, through the continuous accumulation of knowledge, to seek the truth within the depths of the stars with Arcane Arts and Magic."
"The Divine Prohibition, a sanctuary that belongs only to spellcasters—"
"The Supreme Black Tower."
The First Era, Western Continent.
Within the grand Royal Palace, a dignified middle-aged man sat gracefully on the throne, slowly repeating the words written on the letter in his hand.
"Is this the inspiration you obtained from the Astral Realm?"
"Indeed."
An elder nodded, speaking: "Some mightily strong force has broadcasted such an announcement to the entire Astral Realm."
"Whoever can perceive the existence of the Astral Realm will receive this message."
"To broadcast to the entire Astral Realm, what kind of formidable power must that broadcaster possess."
The crown-wearing middle-aged man frowned.
Now, nearly two thousand years have passed since that great cataclysm.
