Chapter 348 - 305: Unsealing
No matter the religion, no matter the priest, all remembered this day.
This day...
The earth was in turmoil.
A simple sentence, yet it contained endless catastrophes.
There were cries of agony everywhere, and all living beings suffered immensely.
It was an unknown small town, on an ordinary day when people, as usual, raised chickens and ducks, whipped cattle and sheep, and tilled the fields... Suddenly, the earth began to shake, houses instantaneously turned to ash, thatched roofs flew horizontally, and only broken walls and ruins remained.
The earth shook, thunder roared in the sky, the ground seemed to be stampeded by thousands of horses, the mountains began to howl, and huge boulders tumbled down mercilessly flying toward the crowd. In an instant, the town was leveled to the ground.
Such mighty power could only be wielded by the Divine.
Dragon God Endora led His Divine followers in wanton destruction of the land beneath their feet, all to seek more immense Divine Power to counter the foreordained descent of the Heavenly City.
In the massive earthquake, the earth cracked open with horrific fissures, and each Divine took what they needed. Plague God Sturad unleashed long-contained plagues in an instant, rat kings with intertwined tails appeared everywhere, disease-bearing mosquitoes bit mortals at will, and the black blood they vomited was enough to form rivers...
Endora manipulated the crimson War Blood Wind. He flapped His wings, creating relentless ground gales, fresh blood surged forth from swords, and those city-states that were once warlike became even more fanatical about war under the influence of the Blood Wind. They glorified the greatness of war, prayed for the descent of glory, and those nations that once lived in harmony with the world also became intoxicated with the idea of war under the howling Blood Wind.