A turmoil that could rightly be called a disaster was unfolding in Andrey.
However, not all Pretenders reveled in it; the Liches of Andrey were emotionless monsters, and amongst these monsters, there were always a few not controlled by their appetites.
In the midst of disaster, there are always those who seek to profit from the chaos.
In a hollow, dimly lit corridor, an Impostor, its body covered in flesh and blood, stood silently in front of a shimmering door.
That place was the Astrology Association, a group of people observing celestial bodies. The sworn enemies of the Advanced Magic Research Society, they worshipped the freely rotating celestial bodies and despised those who considered the macrocosm as the be-all and end-all.
A group of bastards playing with their own beliefs—this probably equated to the rage one felt when their own goddess was desecrated by others.
