I, the Geo Archon Morax with 2.1 Billion Mora, Have Joined a Chat Group [229]

At a Hilichurl camp.

The golden-haired prince gazed at the scattered remnants of Ruin Guards before him, his brows furrowing in confusion.

"Witch… if I recall correctly, Ruin Guards were one of the Black Sun Dynasty’s most renowned war machines. Why are there so many of them here in Dragonspine?"

"And more importantly…"

His amber eyes narrowed as he glanced at one of the fallen machines. Just before its destruction, it had uttered a brief, garbled message—words that had not gone unnoticed.

"They spoke in an encrypted code. And not just any code—this was a classified cipher from the Black Sun Dynasty. This is… strange."

"Now, that’s something I don’t know, Your Highness."

The red-haired witch smiled playfully, her voice as light as if she were floating on clouds. Her gaze lingered on the young prince’s face—a face that, despite the passage of time, still carried traces of innocence beneath its finely sculpted features.

"Aiya, aiya~~! How curious, indeed~!"

Her laughter was soft, restrained—elegant yet laced with amusement.

"Your Highness, if you wish to know the answer, you’ll have to ask [Gold] himself. He was the one who created these little metal darlings, after all. If they left behind a message, it must be something he wished to convey."

"Hmm… I see."

The prince found the term "metal darlings" a little odd, but he chose not to question it.

As a witch, the woman before him was an existence beyond the constraints of this world. If she didn’t want to explain, there was no point in forcing the matter.

"For the nation, we can't forgo this skyborne power… but we failed."

A cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang out from the distance, speaking in an unfamiliar language.

The prince turned toward the source of the sound.

A woman, cloaked in deep blue and black, strode toward them.

Her expression was devoid of emotion, her gaze colder than the eternal frost of the mountain.

"Master."

The prince lowered his head slightly in respect.

"Your Highness."

The ice-cold woman returned the gesture, bowing her head ever so slightly—an acknowledgment of her sworn loyalty.

"Good day."

"I have gathered all the garbled transmissions sent by the Ruin Guards. The message they left behind was that one sentence."

"It seems that the machines we dispatched all those years ago were unable to retrieve any further information."

"A pity. Even our last refuge was ultimately destroyed by that wretched Celestia. The people of our Black Sun Dynasty… reduced to the form of Hilichurls."

"This world is pathetic. Disgusting. I can hardly stand the sight of it for even a moment longer."

"Master."

The prince spoke softly, as if unwilling to disturb the heavy silence that followed.

After a brief pause, he finally asked, "Why have you come?"

"I have an ominous feeling about this mountain. No… perhaps 'ominous' is the wrong word. Call it a premonition, if you will," the alchemist known as [Gold] murmured. "So I came to see what you and the witch were up to."

"Hmm?"

The witch’s gaze flickered with curiosity.

A small smile played at her lips as she arched a delicate brow. "Don’t tell me… that gentleman is here as well?"

"Yes. He, too, will soon enter this timeline."

[Gold] confirmed her suspicions.

"As you know, when it comes to matters of time, neither of us can interfere. Only he has that privilege."

"If this land truly holds a power capable of reversing time, then not even he would be able to resist the temptation to claim it."

"That does make sense."

The witch twirled a lock of crimson hair around her finger, a lazy smile on her lips.

"Well then, let us be the first to explore what secrets this mountain holds."

"Our next destination is clear—the very peak of Dragonspine."

She lifted a hand, pointing toward the towering summit.

"Something strange has been happening up there since yesterday. First, the ever-present blizzard that surrounded the peak has completely vanished. And now, since this morning, a brilliant cyan light has been glowing nonstop at the mountaintop. A massive pillar—large enough to be seen from here—has ascended into the sky."

[Gold] followed the witch’s gaze.

Her golden eyes locked onto the floating structure high above.

A Skyfrost Nail.

The celestial weapon that had doomed Dragonspine’s kingdom to its frozen fate.

"The Pillar of Heaven," [Gold] murmured.

"The executioner of the ley lines, the weapon of Celestia’s wrath—the very tool that destroyed this kingdom."

She exhaled slowly, her voice turning colder.

"Remember this, Prince."

She turned to the young man beside her.

"That—" She pointed at the floating pillar. "—is a remnant of Celestia’s power. A tool of the gods that crushed our Black Sun Dynasty beneath their heel.

"And one day… we shall destroy all things that belong to Celestia’s false gods, no matter the cost."

"Of course, Master. No—[Gold]."

The prince’s voice was just as icy as hers, his golden eyes burning with unwavering resolve.

"I will never forget the honor of the Black Sun Dynasty. Nor will I ever forget the sorrow of its fall."

"Good."

[Gold]’s eyes narrowed, her expression growing even sharper.

"Witch."

She turned toward the red-haired woman.

"What do you see… in this strange shift in time?"

The witch stretched her arms above her head in a lazy manner.

"Hah. What do you think I am, some fortune-teller?" She smirked, tilting her head.

"I’m just a simple magic-wielding witch. If you really want to know what’s going on with this whole time distortion thing… why don’t you go ask him instead?"

She grinned, her tone teasing.

"After all, when it comes to time, he is the true master of it."

"No, perhaps even calling him a god wouldn’t be too far off."

"Hmm."

[Gold] did not seem offended by the remark. She merely nodded slightly, as if in deep thought.

Then, without another word, she turned to the prince and began issuing commands.

The order was clear: They would ascend the mountain.

All around them, the Hilichurls and Abyss Mages prepared in silence.

None of them questioned.

None of them hesitated.

Though they had fallen to the form of Hilichurls, they were still remnants of a once-great kingdom.

They did not fear.

They did not waver.

For they were the Abyss itself.

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T/N: hmm is Khaenriah and Black Sun Dynasty the same?

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