Despite the world revolving as King of Gaerin wished, King Kyzm felt as if on this particular day the oblivion was splashed in scarlet of blood. Sky above the great imperial palace of the forefathers was vermilion red as if sprouting fire and magma in rage, a scenery of brutal oppression was scattered on the heavens like the underworld had replaced it for several days to come.

Beasts and demons seemed to be visible on the skies and dancing in insanity for a feast of flesh and raw meat, it was not only the King who noticed the unusual wrath of universe but also his subordinates that did not understood the feeling of great pressure. Empress Mother Daphne had seen sixty seasons in the empire and did not felt right in her heart thus with the order of the King, state preceptor was called to quench the thirst of questions rising in the hearts of royalty.

A state preceptor was not upto the par of Her Highness Saintess Helixis as she was the grand saintess yet he was someone who could be considered a subordinate and disciple of the saintess herself. Every year one hundred candidates were selected from across the boundaries and after trials and various tests, only three from each empire were selected to enter as the direct disciple of Helixis.

Once the people were trained in medicine and healing, they were taught the signs of universe and after a rigorous procedure of five years, the disciple who succeeds in attaining the highest rank was sent back to his homeland to serve as a state preceptor.

Yet despite all efforts and talents, a preceptor was not someone who could foresee future or change the course of fate but at the highest level could make predictions of the signs that were never wrong, that meant despite not knowing which calamity would destroy the lands.....its origins and ends, the man could tell that a catastrophe was knocking at the doors.

State Preceptor Varom was only at the prime of his age of forty seasons yet his ability made him climb the ladders of official status. From a commoner to the respected man right bedside the emperor, the blue haired common-blood had came a long way in terms of power and aristocratic status.

Empress mother Daphne was restless along with the Emperor whose face was morphed into a scowl. Since the olden times, the ones that killed were also the ones to fear the ghost of deceased. The mother-son duo were ruthless and had not only murdered the previous King, the father of emperor Kyzm but also poisoned his beloved concubine and son. Destroyed the life of countless and inflicted such severe wounds that even the devil shivered.

"Mylord, this one has never seen such signs before, according to the direction of moon and calculations from the natal charts, a phenomenon like this took place when ancient Heriodonus was formed."

"But then why the sky is bestowing such wrath?"

"This......the union of the states will be done soon but the one to do it.....its not certain."

For every monarch that rules, an ultimate power and complete control over people is a faraway dream that the emperor tries to obtain throughout their life yet even when the State Preceptor said that the expansion of Gaerin to again an undisputable state was possible, neither the King nor his close aides were joyous because they understood what the true meaning of the prophecy was-

'there is going to be a monarch that will integrate all the kingdoms into one yet according to the charts its not surely you, it can be the kings of other countries that will wipe out Gaerin's existence to merge it with their own new empire.'.

To say such bold words, State Preceptor Varom Ballac sure had guts and bravery and many of the subordinates of the King felt anger in their hearts that why was this man not punished for his impudence but very few people were aware that Varom Ballac was not an ordinary man that anyone could kill.

Although a commoner, he was once the master of the low origin information guild that although did not had power of nobles but at the same time knew deep dark secrets of the aristocracy and had their rats hiding in various parts of the known empires. Since the moment this man had entered Gaerin's imperial court, there were countless of times King Kyzm had obtained tremendous help with Varom's connections and killing him was like igniting a fire in the underground world of commoners that would rebel in mass.

Yet one did not know when King Kyzm could get impatient and kill the state preceptor thus the man made up a lie, a crime forbidden in the practice of holy saintess.

"Although this one has said such words to the imperial monarch but it does not mean there any other to be more stronger than the king, according to the moon's movement and star's alignment in the skies, the rising sun of the Heriodonous will be-."

The world was beholding the honor of the goddess of death and destruction intermingling with the goddess of fate and a prewritten destiny was displayed before the eyes of the state preceptor as a young girl of fifteen riding a beastly black horse entered the premises of the royal palace, Varom Ballac's words were struck into his throat as the bloody sun shined right behind the head of the girl as if creating a halo made up of golden crown dripping with thick red liquid that was extracted from killing thousands.

Unknowing the sacred ink from Varom's hand spilled onto the natal chart and all the predictions were washed away in blur.

A shock that made him frozen with eyes wide, he saw the one who was truly destined. When King Kyzm noticed the line of sight, the same moment a close official came running inside.

"Your majesty, the daughter of Prince Vzeus had entered the Palace, she has freed the Prince and would trade her life for her father."

When the King smiled in satisfaction despite hearing that Prince Vzeus was now liberated he failed to see the horror crossing the state preceptor's face.