After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

With the completion of the second city wall, there was no time to carry out any construction on the empty land. Countless workers and soldiers immediately set off for the southern commercial district.

The streets were bustling with people, and those unassuming workshops began to spew out massive amounts of supplies. Years of reforms had allowed Oswald to successfully assemble the war machine of the Northern Territory, and now was the time to realize its potential.

The dwarves and human craftsmen dragged carts full of heavy forging equipment, becoming the highest priority escort targets. Mixed in with the group were also a group of furtive alchemists.

The galloping warhorses kicked up dust on the road, and the rapid hoofbeats were the prelude to an impending storm. With each beautiful and tidy new village they passed, the soldiers felt a little heavier.

When home is no longer an abstract concept, under the banner of unity, they have personally experienced an era of vigor and progress.

If the goddess abandons them, if the king forsakes them, they will still have one person to follow; the northern leaders will not fear any threat.

Luna's personal guards took the lead and rushed out of Green Canyon City. On the city wall, Count Morpheus looked into the distance with a sense of melancholy until the group disappeared into the desolate wilderness.

"Spread out and establish forward outposts. We must keep the enemy's every move under our surveillance!"

The adjutant immediately broke the team into smaller units. Their orders were to create a military intelligence network, for which they would be to infiltrate deep into the heart of the central region for several months.

……

Thick fog swallowed the night, and life vanished with the last few mournful cries. Dense sounds of plowing and tilling pounded the earth, leaving a twisted and bloody trail.

The fog drifted northwards, and Annie and Nicole, both covered in wounds, silently retreated back into the forest from the edge.

Under the moonlight, Annie and Nicole, who dared not light a fire, bandaged each other's wounds. They did not dare to linger for a moment and continued on their winding journey south.

Life is fragile. The four races created by the goddess do not have the hard scales of the dragons or the strong bodies of the mountain pythons. They are so fragile that if they are not vigilant, they will lose their lives due to various accidents.

No matter how much one tries to justify or praise it, lower life forms are worthless in the eyes of higher life forms.

So when the two passed by a field of bones and discovered a worm corpse larger than a dragon in the center of the skeletons, they finally experienced an emotion more terrifying than despair.

How can they develop their own will and escape the fate of being manipulated at will on the chessboard?

"I remember this place. There's an underground city nearby, and further south is the Southern Territory."

The evening breeze lifted the black veil on Nicole's face. From the traces of the battlefield, it was not hard to tell that a fierce battle had taken place here—a fierce battle between humans and the undead.

However, no human body was found at the scene.

Annie nodded absentmindedly. "Let's keep going. No matter what the future holds, we're clear-headed at least for now."

Stepping over piles of white bones, the two brushed past the entrance to the underground city, completely unaware of the pair of cold eyes behind the door.

The magic of immortality had begun to erode Medivh's body; even though he tightly wrapped strips of cloth around his face, long maggots continued to fall off.

The undead giant flies in the thick fog launched a surprise attack on him. At first, Medivh was able to suppress the out-of-control monster, but the undead army of the Southern Territory arrived even faster than the reinforcements.

They lost, and lost completely.

Medivh finally realized that there would be no more reinforcements, otherwise the other two holders of the Wishing Star would never have appeared here.

Their arrival further convinced Medivh that the royal city must have lost all order.

Medivh, having barely defeated the undead giant flies, ended his final instruction to him and his student, and by hiding in the dungeon, he also successfully escaped the pursuit of the undead army.

But the magic of immortality, representing calamity, has taken deep root in his body. Without a doubt, he will die here alone, becoming another terrible calamity.

"Fate is cruel."

With great effort, Medivh, who had lost a leg to a bite, turned and walked deeper into the dungeon, using his staff for support.

He had to make a final decision before losing consciousness.

Medivh, who held sway over the capital fifty years ago, could never have imagined that he would be contemplating the future of humanity at the very end of his life.

At that time, humanity's greatest enemy was still the demon race. However, the northern territory, which had repeatedly been in dire need, teetered on the brink of collapse until the birth of a wise ruler. The kingdom that had grown strong under his rule began to crumble from within.

It's ridiculous that the Wishing Star has granted countless strange wishes over thousands of years. Those in power who initially used it to satisfy their own desires gradually lost interest in the Wishing Star after discovering limitations such as the inability to achieve immortality.

However, the Star of Prayer, which was fraught with many taboos, suddenly unleashed an incomparably magnificent divine power when it came into the hands of their generation.

Eradicate the plague from the entire kingdom, rise from the dead, and turn back time...

The dungeon was silent, save for the sound of the staff striking the stone slabs. Each step felt like a test of willpower. To conserve his remaining magic, Medivh didn't use flight magic, but instead slowly made his way to the bottom of the dungeon.

"You've come. I thought you were going to ask someone to make your final arrangements."

Diana, who had somehow arrived in the dungeon, was standing in front of the room where Thorne was trapped, calmly observing his every move.

Sweat dripped down along with maggots. After a moment of stunned silence, Medivh suddenly burst into laughter.

"So you've finally decided to take direct control of the cursed avatar? It seems you now know how absurd the pawns you've chosen are."

Diana shrugged; her sleek attire was completely out of character for her extravagant personality, and her pure white, pupil-less eyes further confirmed her current state.

"It's just to get rid of obstacles as quickly as possible. Medivh, there's someone else you should be wary of."

"If you mean Oswald, I regret to inform you that he is precisely the person I consider most suitable to be a monarch."

The two did not immediately engage in combat. Diana did so out of disdain, having already discerned Medivh's weakness and transformation, a fact that Medivh was equally aware of.

He stepped forward and stood beside Diana, looking at Thorne who was still unconscious.

Without a partner, Thorne was more like a walking corpse, except for the strange metal growing on his back, which was nearly a meter long.

"You still don't understand him. His true nature is far beyond your imagination." Diana raised her hand, and the Iron Throne, composed of several swords, appeared on the ground.

Medivh didn't stand on ceremony, nodded slightly, and sat down directly with his staff in hand.

"Now that you clearly perceive the impact of immortality magic on life, as one of humanity's top archmages, will you still choose to defend Oswald?"