บท 949: I Am The Lord Of This World

The Capital of Hortus had a clear sky throughout the year. Thanks to the great formations laid down by the ancestors, not a single natural disaster struck the Hortians for the past thousands of years.

The rains never went overboard nor were the heat ever beyond the limit. Things like lightning strike deaths or earthquakes were simply non-existent.

Hortians managed to establish their own territory separated from the great wilderness. Even though they continued to clash with the beasts, their core civilization was secure.

Except for the variables called 'Invaders' that nearly pushed them to extinction a couple of times, Hortians was a stable civilization.

But that same civilization looked at the sky with trembling eyes. Be it children not older than two, or elders that were far into their twilight years, their gazes contained the same pair of emotions: Awe and Fear.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!