The world changes every day, ceaselessly—especially in times of war.
A full week had passed since Frey and his companions reached the holy island and uncovered one of the Church's secrets: Noctherra , the City of Eternal Night—a place where the sun never rises.
Seven days…
On the seventh, the long-awaited clash was fated to begin.
At the summit of the great edifice—where the golden World Tree stood like the Church's beacon ..
the three bishops gathered, along with most who held the rank of metropolitan.
They were waiting.
"It's time," Blattier said, his eyes kindling with a pure white light, his face twisted with contempt for those who dared oppose him.
"Recovering Vermithor's bearer is top priority—and slaying Frey Starlight is equally important. With his fall, House Starlight falls in its entirety, and the Empire loses its greatest weapon. Keep that in mind."
Platini and Calistes nodded as one.
"We've already prepared the stage for them. Let's welcome them properly."
