Fatir's voice rang out beside Levi, filled with endless pride and reverence.
'If he had a choice, the Lord would rather he'd never come to this underground Holy Hall.'
'Knowing such a secret meant the Holy Light Church wouldn't let him leave so easily.'
The Holy Light Church's secret was enough to shock the world!
A human who had lived since ancient times would be enough to drive any ambitious person with a limited lifespan into a frenzy.
The era of the Twelve Saints was undoubtedly the golden age of Magic; the very concept of the Magic Tide didn't even exist back then.
The Elf Empire still held dominion over its lands, the Dwarves were engrossed in digging their gold mines in Iron Forge Castle, and the Beastmen had founded the Beastman Empire in the Wilderness.
Back then, humanity could barely hold on to its own small patch of territory.
In that grand era, these vanguards were undoubtedly the overlords of the Middle Ages Continent.
