A low hum spread throughout the continent, starting from the very center of the central region and soon reaching all its lands.
An overwhelming force arose, accompanying the low sound.
Although Liora was countless kilometers away, she sensed a sharp energy brush against her face, nearly making her hair rise up.
She had no time to pay attention to this, however.
Her eyes narrowed as her gaze pierced through time and space and landed on the sky above the central region.
There, she could see a sword.
Seemingly ordinary in size but also larger than the entire continent beneath it, the sword's handle was engraved with intricate patterns and images of the human race's history.
Through a brief glance, Liora seemed to have traveled to the past, witnessing the human race's history firsthand.
From the oppression they faced by the demons and their lives as livestock, to the humans' rise under the banner of a single charismatic man.
