Alavin was whisked away from the ocean depths by Godfred, soaring high above to survey the churning seas below.
Eighteen statues of ancient kings shone with a blazing light, as luminous as the midday sun, illuminating the ocean floor ten thousand meters below. They radiated with terrifying energy fluctuations, stirring the vast waters. They were like eighteen awakened ancient deities, guarding the vast remnants of a fallen kingdom.
"How can we retrieve the Immortal Edge?" Alavin asked the Chained Spirit. Even with prior preparation, the sight before him was still astonishing.
"Once the Immortal Edge merges with the ancient kingdom, forget about taking it back unless you gain the Wings of Eternity, which will call back the Immortal Edge on its own."
"Wings of Eternity!" Alavin repeated to himself. The Chained Spirit had already shared with him the secrets of the millennium-old kingdom. The Wings of Eternity signified the Kings' Acceptance of the true treasure of the ancient realm.
"My Lord, what shall we do now?" Godfred had never seen such a shocking sight and could hardly fathom that it was his Lord who had unleashed it.
"Find enough mercenaries in the forest and spread the word, stir up the Northlands as quickly as possible."
"Eh? Are we not going treasure hunting?" Below lay the ruins of an ancient kingdom, surely filled with countless treasures. Others would have tried every means to claim them for themselves and, at the very least, gain some advantage first. They would not be thinking of spreading the word.
"This is not a treasure hoard. This is a killing field."
"A killing field? My Lord, what is your purpose?" Godfred shuddered at the thought.
"Ask no more, just do as I say."
With a clenched jaw, Godfred carried Alavin across the sea and returned to Watchful Shore.
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