The Mirage of Forgotten Loyalties Last Chapter

In the 405th year of the Aran calendar, a grand festival was held in the City of Witches.

In the middle of the ceremony, a heavy rain fell from the sky, and the eastern desert, western wasteland, southern beach, and northern mountains were all shrouded in rain.

Amid the roaring thunder, people seemed to be able to hear a clear, long voice chanting ancient witchcraft in the wind, praying to the gods to bestow rain and abundance upon Aram again.

The knights from the twelve eastern cities, including Plan City, Bitia City, Hoshim City, Ariel City, blew their horns one after another in the rain. The desolate horn sounds tore through the rain curtain, as if responding to the prayers in the thunder.

In the western wilderness, sturdy barbarian warriors held spears and danced a primitive war dance in the rain. Their long hair wet by the rain showed their might like a lion's mane. They stamped their feet hard, raised their arms to the sky and shouted, "Great Witch, Great Witch!" At that moment, the green totem on their cheeks seemed to be injected with life.