"The bones break through the ground, the dead return to the world, the spirits of the dead return to the battlefield, the war resumes, and the killing continues. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoBeings who don't belong to this world come here, and they will come to us eventually. When the breath of darkness returns to come, Nakmalsu's prophecy will be fulfilled. -- High Priest of the Dark Church, Prophet Ramoshe

Within the scope of the Inexplicable Continent, there is a place that does not belong to the Inexplicable Continent, or even does not belong to this world in a sense.

Here, the days are short and bleak, while the nights are extraordinarily long-lasting. The gray-white earth here reflects the moon's rays at night, like the earth is covered with a silver veil. The world is not one world, but the moon is the same moon.

The people here don't believe in kingship, and the people here don't believe in the Light. Here, dark clothing is the rule, and here, towering minarets are adorned with statues of the power of shadows.

This is the realm of exiles, and this is the home of heretics in the mouth of the Holy See. This is Akahilia, the land of shadows that has been rumored to be the land of shadows for thousands of years, the retreat of the Dark Church.

"A thousand years ago we lost the war, and thanks to the inspiration of the shadows, we abandoned our prejudices against each other, gave up the meaningless war, and came to this pure land to pursue our faith. For thousands of years, we have lived peacefully in this holy place shrouded in darkness, feeling the gift of darkness to save us from destruction. He protects us, and we sing his praises, and we must not forget that. ”

Beneath the towering spire, an old man with gray hair was dressed in a pure black robe, his hands raised to the sky, and in his hand was a staff as black as ink. He sat on the ground, looking at the sky and the believers below to tell these stories.

"Praise the Shadows."

Thousands of believers gathered around the area, all of them sitting on the floor, singing the praises of their faith in the traditional way of the church.

"Today is the day of the light, and we must remember this great force that has come today and remember what they mean to us"

The old man, known to the believers as the Great Elder, raised his staff and pointed it at the sky.

The sky remained as dark as ever, but among the dark clouds, there were still a few rays of sunlight passing through the gaps in the clouds, forming a few small dots and falling to the ground.

The Great Elder began to chant the incantation, and after the incantation was recited, a moment of white crystal was also revealed on the staff, and with the incantation, the crystal became brighter and brighter, and finally released a ray that flew directly into the sky, and the halo dispersed the dark clouds in the sky. And when these dark clouds disperse, the bright and dazzling sunlight pours down like a waterfall, covering the whole land. This is a once-a-year sight, and only on this day can the intensity of the sunlight be comparable to that of the outside world, and people can see the outside sky and bask in the sun after the dark clouds have been dispelled.

Although the sunlight is faint and dim all year round in this dark land, people still raise their heads and stare at the glare of the sun as if they were looking at some treasure. Even if it's a little uncomfortable, they will stick with it.

"Praise the Shadows!"

Believers raise their hands in salute and bow to the sky. Unlike the complete rejection of darkness by the Holy See of Light, they did not show a trace of fear and dissatisfaction with the faith of the enemy of this thousand years ago, but instead had a feeling of comfort and emotion, and sincerely praised the shadow.

Rarely, the whole city was under the sun, many creatures with poor eyesight hid, and the residents of the city came out of their houses to enjoy a rare moment with the believers outside.

"Remember that the Light may be our enemy, but they are also the opposite of the Shadow, and that without the Light and the Shadow would cease to exist, remember the feeling, Children of the Shadows, we are not afraid of the light, we do not try to wage war, but we must pursue our faith, the true faith." After the Great Elder finished speaking, he gathered his staff and enjoyed this short period of sunshine with the others.

And on their bodies, the black and purple gas slowly floated out of their bodies, blending with the golden light in mid-air, at first it was a confrontation and tearing with each other, but soon the two sides blended together, not fused but intimate, lingering like lovers.

"Praise the Nether, praise the Shadows."

In the midst of the crowd, a young woman in purple robes and holding a skeletal cane like a witch walked towards the Great Elder, with grace and a hint of weirdness in her gestures.

"High Priest, welcome to the light, you must have brought new news." The Great Elder slowly opened his eyes with his eyes closed, and it was obvious that his left eye was just a white mist, and his right eye was also very cloudy. For him, it was not the appearance of the high priest that alarmed him, but her breath and the voice she made as she approached.

"You must have felt the breath of the dead from the north, the hundreds of thousands of undead pouring out of the ground and gathering together. I couldn't feel their behavior, but I was amazed at how happy I felt. There is not much pain, joy and lightness are so active in their souls, it is simply as fun as the living. The high priest painted the scene, his eyes shining with a black light.

"The Nether Rites are the most proficient in these things, and since you've said so, it's interesting. Could it be that a self-taught necromancer or something stronger has appeared? The Great Elder smiled, but his dry palm was full of heat, completely different from the dark mage who was like a dried corpse as people in the outside world.

"A thousand years on, I still remember the prophecy of the great Nakmalsu, and now may be the moment before the prophecy comes, and perhaps the prophecy will come true, and we will be able to reappear before the world, just like our ancestors, and truly live in that vast land. I need your orders, with just an elite squad, we can spy on enough information, and if it's really what the prophecy says, then we'll have a chance to make a name for ourselves. The High Priest suggested to the High Elder.

"I have never forgotten the wisdom of the prophets, and I have long been free to go on the great road in my true capacity. But a thousand years have passed, and our people, when they have sought the wisdom of the shadows, have forgotten the homeland of our ancestors and want to live like this forever. And we can't tear up the treaty with the Holy See in a hurry, we ......" The High Elder paused, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, while the High Priest waited.

"But it doesn't hurt us to know what's going on outside, let's send some kids out, let the experienced ones go, go outside."

After the Great Elder finished speaking, he closed his eyes, and the High Priest did not say a word, nodded and left on his own.

The sun faded away, the clouds returned, and the night of the Shadowlands began to fall, and the long reign of darkness began again.