The storms brewing amidst peace in the world were like the fearsome oceanic turbulence beneath the calm seas. However, whether it was the gods who were waiting for that looming moment, or the many important people busying for the future of the entire world. Through it all, the lives of the ordinary people would still continue even as they enjoyed true peace in a thousand years within Mycroft, and exclaiming in awe of the new changes brought forth by every passing day.
Starfall Year 837, the first of February. Six in the morning in Moldavia.
Priest opened his eyes and used less than a second to rise from his mattress. He quickly changed clothes, made his bed and headed to the second floor to wash himself.
