A brand new region has appeared, and the Sky City has returned to peace after the warp.
After everything calmed down, the residents who had just taken refuge in their houses went back out onto the street and continued with their work as if nothing had happened.
Just like any other day, it was as if nothing had happened.
In reality, it's as if nothing happened.
Since arriving in this magical city, they have become accustomed to all sorts of new and exciting things and changes.
The technology, architecture, food... everything here amazed them. If they had to be amazed by everything, it would be too tiring.
As a result, they gradually began to adapt to the new and exciting changes.
Habit is a terrible instinct that can make even the most timid mortals get used to life in the sky.
They were unaware of what was happening outside the city, nor of the state of the world beyond. Far from war, disease, and hunger, they lived here happily.
Perhaps in the eyes of others, it would be a betrayal of ideals for them to enjoy themselves in the rear while their comrades are fighting and bleeding on the front lines, knowing nothing about it.
But whether this is betrayal or not is not something that outsiders can decide.
The only ones qualified to make that judgment are the soldiers who are fighting for their shared ideals.
For them, this is actually their wish.
This is the common wish of those who have fallen and those who are falling: they hope that their sacrifice can bring peace and security to their loved ones.
If they can forget those painful memories, then let them forget them.
That would be better.
Bloodshed and sacrifice are enough for their generation.
"But such a dream is unrealistic."
Curled up in the crystal, Alice let out a sigh.
Although the warriors of the Prophet's Society have already made many sacrifices, fighting in various places and constantly liberating more and more of their compatriots, everything seems to be going well.
But in Alice's opinion, such efforts are actually not enough.
"We're still far from good enough."
Yes, it's far too different.
The fact that the Prophets have survived to this day is certainly due to the protection of their special abilities, but the real reason... is that the gods simply don't care about them anymore.
Yes, the gods didn't really care much about these mischievous little insects, and they didn't send their own creations to get rid of them.
Because it's unnecessary, and because it's not worth the effort.
They used all their power to deal with each other, and the majority of the Church of God's power was used to resist other churches, with only a very small part allocated to dealing with matters on the mortal level.
Only the Lord of Holy Light, whom no god dares to directly provoke, has more energy to pay attention to these mortals, and has even sent his own messengers.
Moreover, for the gods, changes in worldly power are too commonplace to warrant much effort.
As long as we ultimately achieve victory in the war of gods, it will all be worthwhile.
Even if all the mortal believers die, it doesn't matter, because their divine kingdom already has enough supplicants and believers.
Given a few more decades, everything can be restored to its original state, or even better than before!
Mortals cannot challenge the rule of the gods, and the gods are preoccupied with other matters. Most importantly, the lives and deaths of mortals have little impact on the gods...
These factors combined to create this coincidence, giving the Prophet's Society a chance to breathe and grow.
But such days were destined not to last forever.
The war of the gods will not last forever. Once things begin to calm down, they will definitely devote more energy to dealing with these minor matters.
When that time comes, mortals with only weapons will be utterly unable to face magic and divine arts.
A strong will may save lost mortals, but it cannot destroy gods.
Um.
If they want to rebel, what they need is something that can truly protect them.
Neither the prophet nor the Sky City can save everyone.
All they really need is one thing: power.
Moreover, it must be a force that belongs to them, a force that they can truly hold in their hands, a force that can be used not only to protect themselves but also to fight back against their enemies.
For this world, this power points to only one thing—magic.
The realm of the gods, the power derived from their authority.
If mortals could truly master magic and gain the power to protect themselves, then when the day of "Judgment Day" arrives, they would truly have the ability to resist.
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But this power was like a giant Pandora's box, which Alice dared not touch lightly, or even mention.
Alice has traveled to many parts of the world and witnessed too many precedents.
Power is intoxicating; few people can resist its allure, in fact, almost none.
She had no idea what would happen once the prophet gained control of this power...
Will they become better? Or will they, like others, go down the path of power addiction and eventually lose their way?
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