Chapter 230 — Aftermath and Turmoil
Blade of Dawn · Page 4 of 4
The lamps of the capital kindled one by one. Gazing at the city lit by those lamps, Grand Duke Pei Yi, standing before his carriage, could not help but think of that legendary age—the age when human civilization had fallen into darkness, and the descendants of the Gondor Empire carved out survival upon the savage wastes.
In those days, the night was dark, but the hearts of men were bright.
"Tell me—what do you suppose that resurrected Duke Cecil would think, seeing this age of ours?" He paused before the carriage and turned his head to glance at his old friend. "Cults running rampant, society rotting, the frontier laid waste—and the human kingdoms, once close as brothers... preparing for war."
"...He would probably be disappointed in all of us."