Time passed by day after day.
Beirut traveled tirelessly across the Three Continents and the Divine Throne World, spreading the news of the Tyrant's return all across the lands.
For a time, the winds carried whispers of unease and alarm.
However, the Tyrant had not left Valgrion. Only Beirut was running around, knocking on doors everywhere.
Almost every organization Beirut visited responded like the Dawn Era—quickly handing over a few Holy Artifacts.
It was treated as an expense to ward off disaster, a protection payment.
Others hesitated for a while but eventually handed them over as well.
After all, it had only been thirty thousand years since the battle in the Virtual Arena; the Tyrant's brutality still lingered vividly in memory. No one wanted to be the next Coastline Alliance.
A few Holy Artifacts were a small price to pay—so they paid.
