Synopsis

"I can feel it!" exclaimed Lophe, the pope of Obelia's current religion. "The new Empress and the Saint of Obelia will be born soon!"
Everyone was almost listening to a cult's proclamation, but the bright light currently shining at Obelia's Eternal Flame's alter was undoubtedly a prophecy.

"At their feet! We will be saved!!!!"

"Interesting; how long will they live with the names Wench gave them?"

After hearing that cold voice, Cale awoke in a trance. There was silence, and all he could see was the man with the jeweled blue eyes and the indifferent cold face staring down at him.

"Red jewel eyes?" smirks the man. He had no intention of kneeling, but the man collapsed the moment he noticed his eyes.

Someone had kicked him. He turned his head to the side, uncomfortably, to see another baby staring at him.
With his menacing eyes, the man hovered above them.

"Ayhan... Athanasia... That wench gave two kingly names," echoed his cold voice. "Let us see... how long you can survive," a sinister mocking smirk followed.