Nostradamus, however, did not know what Joshua was talking about.
"Civil conflict?" He repeated in disbelief. "What are you talking about?"
"Perhaps the truth of the Lost Three Hundred Years."
Joshua did not know where to start, for it was a very long story.
Time must be reversed to the last era, before the continent named Mycroft took shape.
In that period, all things were barren, oceans were havoc. The battle between Order and Chaos had shattered the skies, energy radiation from the Void shot over the land as dozens of races, millions of refugees tried to survive within crevices amidst the radiation, tremors, tempest and acid rain.
In that period, the sun and the moon were dying, the skies dimming. Darkness filled the entire world as seven continents were flooded by half-boiling seawater, leaving a bare few scattered shards. Most intelligent races of the seas were extinct, with only a few lucky ones surviving.
