The Wood Nine Void City.
Two men and one woman stood suspended in mid-air, looking down at the 'city' that held nearly 100,000 people.
"The Gods had fallen to the earth, Divine Fire had descended upon the world, and the great serpent that would destroy everything would eventually devour the shattered red moon."
The elder among them, his eyes gleaming with fanaticism, chanted strange syllables, "Hundreds of years of lurking, and finally, the time to harvest has come!"
"Is it enough?" asked the tall, gauze-clad female Divine Envoy sternly. "If it's not enough..."
"We won't have a second chance!"
"It is enough!" the burly man among them said in a muffled voice. "The sacrifice of 100,000 people will definitely activate the lingering will left by the Divine, not to mention the arrangements made in other places."
