A mage's journey begins with a battle mage.

Chapter 614 The Day of Demise

The Monastery of St. Feth is the place where the god of fate, Sulfuras, descended. Although Sulfuras has now fled, he left behind his Bell of Fate, for reasons unknown.

Perhaps this was His final warning to the gods.

"I really don't know what we're doing guarding this clock; it hasn't rung for so many years."

"Stop talking. Perhaps the bishop has some deeper meaning."

At this time, only a few soldiers were on duty in the vast monastery.

They were not followers of Safras, but rather sent by Tyr to protect and monitor the monastery.

Although Sulfuras had run away, the monastery was still well taken care of. After all, the gods needed Sulfuras's help, so they wouldn't go too far. In any case, at least no one of other faiths would come to pray in the monastery.

After all, the bell is still there, which in itself represents a certain meaning.

"Just focus on your patrol and stop thinking about these other things."

Upon hearing this, the soldier said no more and began to wander through the vast monastery.

The surrounding area is filled with countless huge stone sculptures, each of which is carved with the miracles of Safras.

From the bard at the beginning to Sufras, the god of fate, he always sang praises of fate, whether it be the fate of heroes or his own.

"What do you think of this?"

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

"Who? Who's there?"

In such a tranquil environment, even the slightest disturbance would cause great tension.

"Young man, don't be nervous. I'm just an old fellow who wandered into this place by mistake."

That's what the old man said.

is it?

The soldier was somewhat puzzled. Logically speaking, it was impossible for anyone to accidentally wander into such a heavily guarded place. Wasn't this a bit...?

Just as he was about to think it over, a gust of wind blew by, and in an instant, the soldier stopped worrying about such a trivial matter.

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

Seeing the old man touching the mural, the soldier became anxious and quickly went to stop him.

"I was just looking, look how scared you are."

The old man laughed heartily, seemingly amused by the soldier's behavior.

"The Thranduil are all gone, what's the point of you guarding this place? What's the point of maintaining all this?"

The old man pointed to the mural and said.

"No matter what, that's the story of a true god! It's a legendary epic!"

The soldier replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"So, do you think Thranduil is a hero?"

The old man asked.

"Of course, if even a true god can't be considered a hero, then who can?"

"Haha, you never know. But a new era has arrived. Since I'm a hero, it seems I need to prepare myself and live a second spring."

The old man laughed heartily, and then said.

"You? Who are you?!"

The soldier's voice trembled. Just now, he suddenly seemed to have a flash of insight and instantly understood some things.

This old man was no ordinary old man, and the questions he asked were certainly not ordinary questions.

Based on his actions, there's only one truth! That is, the other party is none other than Sulfuras, the god of fate!

"Young man, do not be shy. The tide of the times has arrived, and all those who do not obey will be crushed. This is my final gift to the gods."

"The age of the gods has ended, a new age has begun. Embrace it, or you will be crushed."

"Finally, as is customary, I'll ring the bell."

The old man smiled, then his body began to fade and finally disappeared.

"Knock knock knock~"

Inside the monastery, the bell that had remained unmoved for a century began to ring again.

However, the sound seemed to be relentless, constantly banging.

One sound, two sounds, three sounds... eighteen sounds.

A total of eighteen sounds.

This is unprecedented. Even when the Goddess of the Magic Network fell, there were only thirteen chimes. But now, there are eighteen chimes.

What does this mean? Nobody knows.

Perhaps, this means death and destruction.

Only Safras knew what this meant.

"Gods, oh, gods."

He sighed and then fell silent.

He was waiting for the right opportunity.

He was waiting for an opportunity when fate would loosen its control over him.

As a bard, Sulfuras has always been singing about the fate of others, but what about himself?

Always swept along by fate.

Now, the time for resistance has come.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Wow, was this really the capital of the elves before?"

Looking at the deathly silence around him, Jiang Shuzhou couldn't help but say something.

There was no other reason than that the place was too desolate; there was no living creature around, just utter silence.

Jiang Shuzhou could even see that the fallen floating city was now burning with intense flames.

The entire elven race seemed to have vanished without a trace.

"Master, I don't think this is a good thing."

Grace looked around at the scene and felt a little creeped out.

"Nonsense, the Elf World Tree must have undergone some kind of change. Do you think this could be anything good?"

Jiang Shuzhou rolled his eyes.

However, in my heart, my vigilance towards this place has increased to a new level.

All around were countless collapsed buildings, the sky was dark and gloomy, and the whole place was gray and lifeless.

"Let's go there."

Jiang Shuzhou took out the map and began to examine it.

Although the bustling scene on the map didn't quite match the current apocalyptic landscape, Jiang Shuzhou still managed to gain an advantage with his exceptional associative abilities and directly locate his target.

It was an incredibly luxurious palace, but now it has been reduced to rubble.

However, strangely, despite being shattered, the fragments did not fall but remained suspended in the air, creating an eerie aesthetic.

Everything around was empty; there was nothing there.

After confirming that this was the place, Jiang Shuzhou quietly took out his floating city, intending to hide in it immediately should he encounter any danger.

Grace and Denozzi, who were standing to the side, were also ready and waiting to continue.

Creak, boom!

With a cracking sound as the wooden structure gave way under the strain, Jiang Shuzhou smashed the door to pieces.

That's quite normal, considering everything else is broken like this, so the door is bound to be broken too.

Jiang Shuzhou and his group continued walking inside.

The further Jiang Shuzhou walked, the more terrified he became.

Along the way, countless corpses lay on the ground, each with a bright red tube inserted into its body, frantically draining the energy from these elves.

This doesn't look like a good scene at all.

However, this scene made Jiang Shuzhou frown slightly.

It seems like the Abyss intervened.

The Elf World Tree was already difficult enough to deal with, and now the Abyss is getting involved, making things even more chaotic.