The air in Frostveil had not yet cleared of ash. Even as the embers of the funeral pyres dimmed, a new shadow loomed over the North — one that carried the weight of faith, politics, and deception.
Rumors always moved faster than the wind.
But this time, the rumors carried scripture.
["The Saint, before her death, spoke of crimson tides swallowing the world.
And from the North, a masked serpent shall lead men astray.
His hands—stained not by sin, but by defiance of The True One."]
Those were the words being whispered through the marketplaces of the Southern Continent, through the pews of their grand cathedrals, and into the trembling halls of the Northern Parliament.
The Church of St. Eldred had released a "divine revelation" — a prophecy supposedly left behind by their deceased Saint. It condemned the Northern Continent, declaring the war a holy one.
And Noah knew manipulation when he saw it.
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