Trolian.
Royal City, White Tower.
Observatory.
The Master of White Tower, Great Prophet Iyeta, stood alone on the Star Chart, gigantic star tracks roared as they revolved behind him, mist-like Spiritual Energy rose from all directions, converging on his eyes.
The strings of fate, the river of time, the boundless Source Sea flashed through his vision, finally freezing in the endless darkness.
He saw that the sky was black, the earth was black, the Black Fog enveloped the world, the golden sun fell from the sky, like a descending warship.
He saw that darkened floods spread from the horizon, the boundless Black Sea submerged the world.
"Great Catastrophe."
He murmured.
"The Great Catastrophe of the Source Prophecy has finally come."
"Rod, the crisis on Rod has been triggered."
"I must go tell the King, Trolian is facing destruction... no, no!"
Iyeta's voice suddenly became horrified.
