1540 The Holy Core Has Arrived!

--Capital City, Abian Empire, Morgany.--

The plain was still not at its highest peak, but the weather had long been boiling.

It was still 9 A.M. in the Capital.

The well-structured stone roads glistened beautifully, the tall street poles now had people on them with ladders, changing or checking the wax wick from last night.

Yes...

These poles were their street lights, only lit every day at 6 P.M~9 P.M, depending on the season and when darkness began.

Special wax mixed with many substances was created by the many genius Morg researchers. This wax could burn throughout the entire night brighter than others but also long-lasting.

Taxes were cut out for public illumination. And the people enjoyed lit up streets at night.

It goes without saying that Morgany was far ahead of its time, with Litter boys (trash pickers) also in place, keeping all parts of Morgany clean.

Littering was a crime here, and several aspects in tune with a modern society were out in place, though in Morgany's way.

The structural and organizational skills of these people were astronomical.

Yes... They were truly advanced compared to the many regions in this world, though they still hadn't thought of traffic issues yet. (V_V)

Ah~... Morgany, Morgany...

The heavenly dreamland for many was now in a state of constant bliss as several powerful and influential men gathered in Abian's grandest arena-styled hall of all.

Everyone took to their seats in each booth, having their guards stand behind them.

The Core...

They got word as early as 5 A.M of its arrival.

Hahahhaha~

It looked like luck was still on their side, seeing as those Adonis bastards hadn't intercepted their precious Holy Core.

His majesty Kavien of Abian, as well as the other royals, were here.

And seated in another booth was the one and only Zain Jones in his usual iron mask.

Of course, apart from the emperor and a select few, no one truly knew his name but only recognized from his mask that this man was the leader of the entire Pirate Organization.

For sure, everyone here was a T.O.E.P member. Some were powerful researchers, others healers, some political commanders, others poison masters, and so on.

In this room, there was a gathering of terrifying people with forces one couldn't even imagine, all from the 3 Morgany empires.

As agreed, all empires would work together in understanding this Holy core and making Morgany greater than it already was.

But besides these select few, there was again another unique individual from the empire of Andorian.

The man wore no mask, only a simple smile.

But make no mistake.

As warm as his smile looked, was as dark as his heart truly was.

And who was this 'bubbly' 39-year-old man?

Well, he had many, many, MANY names.

Some called him the Night Whisperer. Others called him the devil's son. But many do prefer to call him Mr. Crane.

Why? Because his mansion was riddled with uncountable types of cranes and exotic birds.

Heheheheh~

Mr. Crane... Mr. Crane...

Many who don't know better wouldn't think he was doing this because of his love for birds.

But that couldn't be far from the truth.

For you see, this Mr. Crane had a natural gift just like Zain whose body couldn't be poisoned, naturally tougher than iron, and couldn't be easily killed.

In Crane's case, he could control birds of all sorts to bend to his will.

His eagles could fly high for miles, with him connecting to their eyes and ears.

This man was dangerous, knowing all enemies before they marched on.

And in his younger days, he once went to battle, controlling 50 birds all at once.

They say this is the limit of his current powers. His ancestors could control tens of thousands. And as the eras and centuries turn, the control and capabilities of these powers diminish.

But being able to control 50 was already a grand feat.

Tis' the reason Zain and his majesty Kavien hated birds so much. They always felt like they were always being watched.

But apart from his bird-taming cavities, Mr. Crane was one of the strongest warriors Morgany had ever birthed.

He had the power, the army, the connections, and everything else that could make one shiver.

And just like Zain, he was a legend in his own way, with 4 professions, all at top-notch degrees.

He was a renowned warrior, a famous weapon manufacturing master, a powerful Astronomist, and of course, a great Agricultural Developer, creating a more advanced version of their current plow.

Ah yes... His name has already been written down in the history books, no doubt about it.

His contributions to Morgany were all noteworthy.

And now, he was here as a famous weapon manufacturer to get his hands on the holy core and create something spectacular for Morgany once more.

Hmph!

So what if that thieving place called Baymard stole their technologies and created them there?

Once he worked on the Holy Core and made super weapons from it, he didn't believe those bloody Baymardians would be able to raise their heads high anymore.

Thieves!

What belongs to Morgany, they will get back using their latest weapons of destruction!

Crane had his usual smile on his face, pushing back his bronze-colored hair and leaning into his seat.

"What do you think it would look like?"

His guards stood in silence, knowing he wasn't really talking to them but asking himself the question everyone in the room wanted to know.

Everyone's muscles were clenched, their bodies quivering and their hearts racing uncontrollably.

What to expect? What to expect?

The murmurs from all the booths drowned the space for what seemed like an eternity until suddenly, the massive going was wrong thrice.

Gong!~... Gong!~... Gong!~

His majesty Kavien had long arrived, so the massive golden gong wasn't struck because of him.

Great!

Everyone was ecstatic.