Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

"Alright..."

Shaking his head slightly, the old man said helplessly.

"No matter what you think or plan to do, the future Silver Moon City can no longer accommodate your existence... at least not in our generation."

"Your colleagues... they are too bold."

"And their actions have already been noticed by the Monarch of Olympus. So, some among you will be exterminated, and the rest will be exiled."

"Although from my perspective, I don't think all of you are guilty, the vast majority of people in this world do not understand the nuances of this situation."

"To avoid tainting the Lord's glory on Earth, I will not stop her plans."

The bald wizard knew who the old man was referring to. She was the third Archbishop of Silver Moon City and a woman with a rather tough personality.

Of course, he wasn't particularly surprised by the old man's decision.

Even though, as always, he did not agree with the old man's views.

"Stain... I don't think your Lord would care about this so-called stain."

"In fact, in my opinion, He wouldn't care about the opinions of mortals and the ensuing debate about the right or wrong of this matter."

"But none of that matters now because I know what you're going to say."

"You'll tell me that God can be indifferent, but 'I' cannot..."

Sighing once more, the bald wizard thought for a moment.

He took out a scroll and handed it to the old man beside him.

"What's this?"

Taking the scroll, the old man asked.

"This is part of my research—it's not related to souls, only to the human mind and body."

"Leave it here... perhaps your Holy Temple Guards will find it of some interest."

Without further explanation, the bald wizard took to the air.

Since he was no longer welcome here, he might as well find another place.

Standing in the sky, he tried to sense the location of Ares and the connections between Ares, the domain, and the millions of troops on the ground.

A strange device manifested out of thin air in his hand.

It was a hollow metallic sphere woven from fine threads, with a miniature model of a continent in its center.

This was a seismograph, a masterpiece created by the Grand Sorceress who went to fetch the old white-haired woman.

The earliest witchcraft originated from the imitation of the heavens, the rules, gods, and nature.

This powerful artifact mimicked the power of Sea Emperor Poseidon.

Pun intended or not, he was one of the Sea Gods who reclaimed the southern coastal sea territory from the Ancient Sea Gods, and he fathered numerous Demigods.

Popeidon was one of the most familiar deities to the White Tower Wizards, and among the creatures they created, the number associated with his witchcraft was also the highest.

Although 'numerous' does not equal 'strong,' Poseidon's power was not weak... especially recently, with the Sea Emperor's disappearance and the ocean's unrest, the destructive might associated with him had grown significantly across the mortal realm.

Thus, the seismograph naturally appeared here, becoming a tool for the wizards to massacre mortal soldiers and a lethal weapon to stop their advance...

"Truly tragic."

With a gaze as calm as water and without further comment, the bald wizard extended his perception.

Much stronger than any Grand Sorceress, his enhanced perception easily locked onto the armies within a radius of a thousand miles and the fluctuations of the War domain.

As a Grand Sorceress specializing in the field of the mind, this was his forte, and one of the reasons he replaced the seismograph's inventor here.

Silently sensing as time slowly passed.

Until at a certain moment, the War God's presence seemed to completely exceed a certain distance, and the invisible blessing instantly weakened by more than half.

Seeing this, the bald wizard slowly extended his palm and placed it above the seismograph.

Unseen, a certain rule seemed to be shaken.

The peculiar object, infused with the power of Poseidon, triggered the residual might he left behind... coincidentally, at the same moment, the authority Poseidon once wielded was continuously being invoked by others.

The storm in the sky... initiated by the displacement of the Heavenly Pillar, boosted by the strongest Demigod in the world and countless others.

The tsunami in the vast ocean... was the collective will of several Ocean God Systems, driving the tide's surge and endlessly venting its anger.

And now the earthquake on the mortal continent, spurred by the power of the seismograph, began to truly manifest its might.

"...Earthquake is not its real name..."

"Earth Shaker, Sea Emperor Poseidon."

"Its essence is the vibration of all things, the destruction brought about by vibration."

Expressionless, the seismograph slightly trembled under the bald wizard's hand, and the distant earth began a faint hum.

At this moment, a 'resonance' targeting the weak began.

The earth was its medium, and vibration was the mode of energy transfer.

Ultimately, it would erode all life that could not survive this 'synchronous resonance' in the purest physical form.

Buzz...

"Cough, cough..."

A low cough echoed; the moment the peculiar object activated, the bald wizard's left hand covered his chest.

Unseen, a certain force rebounded on him... though he was the controller of the seismograph, he too was affected by these vibrations.

And even more than the millions of humans far away, he suffered a more concentrated and purer shock.