At that moment—
The Aurora Realm…
It was the interdimensional energy hub that Lord Mikail had built above the Angelic Kingdom.
From here, the Aurora flow rising from the Golden Barrier was transmitted and refined into a pure substance known as Yang Elixir.
For a thousand years, this system had never faltered.
The light had streamed endlessly, the cycle of energy had never once ceased.
But that day… everything changed.
The Yang currents flowing through the magical conduits began to slow.
Swen leaned over the control panels.
The indicators dropped to zero.
> "No… this can't be happening."
The light tubes no longer vibrated.
The energy flow had stopped.
> "The Yang line… is cut off."
"I've worked here for three years— this has never happened before."
Swen's fingers danced over the sealing runes.
None of them responded.
> "Lord Mikail's Spear… isn't transmitting energy."
His breath caught.
> "The flow has never stopped in a thousand years.
Why now?"
Slowly, he fell to his knees, his voice trembling.
> "If Lord Mikail finds out… he'll never forgive me.
Yang Elixir production has stopped.
The Light Line is dying…"
His eyes shifted to the seal on his desk—
a teleportation talisman.
It was only to be used in the highest emergencies.
And its destination was fixed: the altar of Mikail's Spear.
He hesitated for a moment.
> "It's forbidden… but I have no choice."
"I must find out why the Yang flow stopped— and fix it immediately."
He pressed his fingers against the rune pattern.
Golden letters flared to life.
The floor flooded with light.
> "Please… Lord Mikail, do not punish me."
The talisman blazed—
and a silent column of light rose from the ground.
Swen's body vanished within it.