Chapter 389: The Fall of Sacred Fedran
"Your Majesty... why? The rising and setting of the sun—surely that is the eternal Edict of the world. How could it change so easily?"
"Unbelievable," Lanpu murmured, eyes fixed on the sky, his expression grave.
As a high-level Ogre mage, he could feel the tremors in the Weave of Magic, the subtle shift in the world’s fundamental Edicts. Just moments ago, the surrounding Elemental Energy had surged and wavered like a violent tide. Then, all magic connected to light and heat began to weaken—dulling, fading.
"No," Kai Xiusu said calmly, "what you perceive as eternal Edicts are not truly unchanging. Even divine beings are subject to decline."
"Rest easy," he added. "This won’t last long. Once that being slips fully into slumber, everything will return to normal. The sun will rise as it always has—though perhaps a little dimmer."
In Ailezegai, the sun was not a star, but a living manifestation of power—an embodiment of the Edict itself. The Marking City, for instance, had no sun-like celestial body, yet still experienced the daily rhythm of light and shadow. On some Prime Material Planes, the so-called “sun” even housed beings born of Elemental Energy. Amanata—the god who ruled the Sun Dominion—was the true source of that light. If his divine power or mind faltered, the sun itself would reflect that change.
Yet the world’s Edicts remained stable. Even deities were bound by the Divine Office, making radical alteration nearly impossible. According to Kai Xiusu’s memories, this “Disaster of the Solar Order” would end after seven days.
"Amanata," Kai Xiusu whispered, gazing upward at the celestial body now sinking beyond the horizon, leaving only a crimson rim. "What terrifying power you wield."
"Holy Faedran Empire."
He would claim every last relic of that fallen empire. He would find the hidden secrets left behind by the old Emperor—treasures so potent they could elevate a mortal to godhood.
His past life stirred again.
In his former existence, the truth of Aragorn I’s death—the Sun Emperor—had been deliberately buried. Sealed beneath layers of dust and silence by the three great kingdoms. Though rivals in every other matter, they had united in silence, erasing all knowledge of it. Every witness was slaughtered. All records burned to ash.
Yet years later, players uncovered the truth. The hidden archives revealed conflicting theories.
One hundred and fifty years prior, Aragorn I had performed a legendary ritual using a mysterious artifact. On that day, the sun burned with unbearable heat. In that moment, he earned Amanata’s favor, receiving the divine bestowal. He transformed hundreds of loyal subjects into Divine Offspring, forming the so-called Solar Legion.
And Aragorn I himself was granted a personal blessing—transformed into the immortal "Son of the Sun," ascending to near-divine status.
With the Solar Legion at his command, Aragorn I conquered the northern barbarian kingdom of Ganser, the southern kingdom of Lottito, and the western realm of Manashe. He drove the high elves back into their forests.
In less than two decades, he had forged an empire spanning the entire Feiansuo Continent—Sacred Fedran.
He had achieved what no ancestor before him had dared.
But his ambition did not stop there.
The Emperor marched into the Gray Wasteland, the Vast Abyss Plain, and the Scorching Hell, battling devils, demons, and even celestial races. He established fortresses in the Stellar Realm as staging points, expanding his dominion across multiple planes.
A century of rapid growth. The world bowed before his empire. The glory of the Holy Faedran Empire echoed across the Multiverse. Its people felt pride, confidence, and arrogance beyond measure.
Yet during those hundred years, Aragorn I’s ambition grew unchecked. He no longer sought merely to rule—he wanted to replace Amanata himself. To become the true god.
So he built the Eternal Sun God Pyramid and performed another grand ritual, summoning Amanata once more.
But this time, Aragorn I had unearthed a forbidden, ancient 12th-level spell—Ascension Ritual—from a sealed ruin long forgotten. He had even found a way to shield the world from perceiving the spell’s true nature.
When Amanata descended, Aragorn I unleashed the ritual. The eternal golden tower, meant for worship, became a prison—a cage for the divine being.
The Sun God roared in fury. The entire tower trembled. The fabric of divine authority shifted.
In an instant, Aragorn I claimed the Sun God’s Divine Office. But he lacked the power to control it.
Unending light and heat surged—like a volcano on the brink of eruption.
And then—explosion.
The sun erupted.
Aragorn I was reduced to ash.
The arrogant, overambitious emperor had achieved his dream—he became the Sun God.
But only for an instant.
After the farce ended, Amanata reclaimed his throne. Yet the ordeal had left him shattered, weakened beyond repair. His divine power became unstable. The rhythm of day and night faltered.
With no choice, he could only sink into a deep slumber—resting for centuries.
Before his final sleep, consumed by fury at mortal blasphemy, Amanata withdrew his favor from Sacred Fedran.
The sacred light vanished. The empire’s so-called Divine Offspring lost their strength. Without divine protection, the empire fell—destroyed by the ambition and ignorance of mortals.
The sun dimmed. Fire raged across Feiansuo. The mighty Sacred Fedran collapsed in ruin.
Tiamat, Deep Abyss Demons, Hellish Devils—every power sensed the opening. They poured into the Prime Material Plane.
With the empire’s glory extinguished, a chaotic new era dawned—dark, wild, and unforgiving.
The sun had set. A faint evening glow lingered on the horizon, but the night was already deep and heavy.
Kai Xiusu heard, faintly, the wails of the dying in the south, the cries of mourning, and the trembling roar of the battlefield beneath his feet.
In the early years of war, Sacred Fedran’s last light still flickered. The three successor kingdoms—inheritors of the empire’s legacy—were still at their peak.
Hundreds of Legendary Divine Offspring. Thousands of Solar Warriors. Nearly a million mortal soldiers. They clashed in the heart of Feiansuo—sky darkened, earth cracked, the land turned into a blood-soaked wasteland.
The corpse of Sacred Fedran was being torn apart by its own children.
Kai Xiusu narrowed his eyes. Deep within his golden vertical pupils, a faint glow flickered. Slowly, he extended his claw. From his palm burst a searing, intense flame.
"What a cruel age this is."
"Yet... it suits me perfectly."
The Radiance of Sacred Fedran is gone.
A new dawn rises.
Old King dead.
New King must rise.
(End of Chapter)
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