Due Of A Thousand Years

While almost everyone was convinced in the other two empires, there were a few protesting groups under Primula's rule.

"We don't want to leave!"

A group of homesick people.

"This is the rightful home of lightning elves!"

The group of most dominant elves who dominated their kin.

"The nymphs have gone nearly extinct! Travelling now is not the right thing to do!"

The poor Nymphs whose total population remained at 500.

"We belong to the cult of Konstant. Always been. How can we leave his home world?"

A group of nutjobs who used his name to commit crimes and terrorism. Heck, they even sacrificed stuff to his statue and tried to make an evil god out of him.

Looking down at the crowds from the sky, Varian first unsheathed his sword.

Click!

The cult of Konstant clutched their necks as blood spurted out and collapsed in a few seconds. Their bodies dried up and turned into ashes in seconds.