Days passed while the Night Garden drifted through the vast emptiness of the Sky Below.
Far above, the King of Nothing had already conquered the Glass Hell and the Chained Isles. Now, his forces were invading Godgrave and the Moonriver Plains, as well as moving south, toward the distant Black Mountains.
The Black Mountains had served as the boundary of the lands tamed by humanity once, decades ago. Then, Anvil and Madoc of Valor led their Knights on a conquest crusade to subjugate the regions of the Dream Realm laying further north, eventually reaching all the way to the Hollow Mountains.
Now, Mordret was taking the lands they had conquered back from humanity. It was as if he were erasing everything his father had achieved, one feat at a time.
'I guess it's a little poetic... in a morbidly sinister kind of way.'
Jet was descending toward the runic hall of the Mainmast Pagoda.
