"Fortress of Freedom, Valeria, such a magnificent city. How many years will it take us to build such a grand city,"
the elderly scholar in scholars' attire sitting at the long table whispered in admiration.
Half of the Scholars' Hall, lit by candles and torches, was illuminated by light and the sunlight from the windows, while the other half was shrouded in darkness.
The elderly scholar, seated at the dividing line between darkness and light, had a face difficult to decipher, just like the Scholars' Hall where darkness and glow coexisted.
"For thousands of years, the Valerians, in all aspects, have been among the world's top ranks, but I think that soon they won't be,"
another scholar in the darkness began to speak, "Although they revere the various sects of gods, they do not believe in the gods and should be punished by the gods, among whom the light of the Seven Gods should also descend upon Valeria."
Thump, thump, thump.
