Chapter 392 - Chapter 392: Chapter 372: Encircling Fischer (Part 4) (1/2)

Chapter 392: Chapter 372: Encircling Fischer (Part 4)

South of the East Coast Province.

In recent years, Phelps Port was renowned for its thriving trade and bountiful fisheries.

However, the port was now shrouded in an unprecedented silence and fear, as if the entire world was holding its breath, waiting for some unknown terror to descend.

The docks at Phelps Port were deserted, the normally bustling scene no more. Huge ships sat quietly in the harbor, their sails drooping, ropes gently swaying in the wind.

The water sparkled, yet it seemed unusually desolate. Seagulls circled in the distance, their occasional shrill cries adding a touch of desolation.

“This city is now officially taken over by the Adley Royal Family!”

Every household in the city had their doors tightly shut, curtains drawn, with only faint lights peeking through, and on the streets, apart from the occasional heavy footsteps of patrolling soldiers, almost no other sounds were heard.

People hid inside their homes, their eyes filled with worry and fear, whispering to each other about the approaching threat, yet afraid to speak loudly for fear of attracting unnecessary attention.

“Don’t be afraid. Even if the Royal Family has come, they won’t do anything to us; it’s just a change of rulers…”

“What are you talking about! The Fischer family is the rightful owner of Phelps Port!”

“Shush, keep your voice down!”

Elderly folks gathered around the stove, recounting heroic tales of the past, trying to inspire others with past glories, but the air was more permeated with helplessness and despair.

Children were held tightly in the arms of adults, their eyes sparkling with curiosity and confusion, not understanding why the once joyful and bustling city had become so quiet and terrifying.

Merchants had given up on their shops’ businesses, craftsmen had stopped their work, and fishermen had even lost the courage to go out to sea.

The entire port seemed to be enveloped in an invisible shadow, suffocating everyone within it.

People feared the unknown enemy, those extraordinary powerful experts who possessed enough power to make the entire town tremble, fearing that they would become the casualties of this unknown conflict.

Phelps Port was now completely occupied by the Stars Embrace Order-led army of the Adley Royal Family.

The Fischer family did not dispatch anyone to defend it because the port was too far away, and knowing that they could be ambushed on the way, they opted to give up and instead fortify Nasir City and Fein City.

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Fein City.

In a secluded and desolate alley, there lay a modest, dim room.

Unknown to many, the weathered old man living there was a significant figure in Fein City seven to eight years ago.

His face, like rock sculpted by historical elements, contained wrinkles each hiding a tale from his past. His gaze was sometimes blurred and sometimes firm, the blur reflecting nostalgia for bygone years, and the firmness a resistance against fate.

People around the alley were busy and anxious, hurrying to prepare for the looming war.

But the old man seemed to have shut out the clamor, his world reduced to only this moment of tranquility.

“The world has moved towards a new order, and the fires of war are always merciless.”

The old man murmured to himself in a deep, magnetic voice, as if bidding farewell to his comrades in the past and expressing his endless affection for this land.

He knew he was approaching the final chapter of his life, but he was not afraid, only harboring the deepest reverence for God and endless expectations for the afterlife.

“Great Lord of the Lost, you will surely protect my soul; I am not afraid of death…”

It had been only seven or eight years, but hardly anyone in the city remembered who he was any longer.

He was Mormir, the second-generation Daybreaker of the Dawn Church, who had already reached the 3rd Rank on the Path of Divine Sacrifice and had retired from the police station eight years ago.

Because in the disaster of the deceased eight years ago, Mormir used a Forbidden rare artifact that drained twenty years of his life. After learning from Lian that his days were numbered, he decided to leave his position at the police station and handed over the role of chief to another Daybreaker.

Mormir took a deep breath.

“Great Lord, you will return, won’t you?”

Under the dim, gentle sunset, the elderly Mormir stood alone in the alley, his figure elongated and extraordinarily lonely.

The world around him seemed to have come to a standstill, except for the breeze gently rustling the leaves.

“Great Lord of the Lost.”

As he knelt, the old man’s face filled with signs of time, his eyes shimmered with unprecedented devotion and hope.