Chapter 145 The Prophet's Admonition
In the center of Silver Moon City, a bustling crowd gathered en masse.
On both sides of the street, ever-burning magic lamps illuminated the night, revealing an endless stream of people to the eye. Nearly half of the city's residents had left their homes today to bid farewell to the last of the 'City Founders' from that year.
After all, apart from Nuo, those who had escaped the great flood with him had long since passed away. Among them, some had achieved minor feats on extraordinary paths, but there were no truly gifted individuals. Thus, under the weight of centuries, they too had naturally been laid to rest in the earth, living on only in people's memories.
Following a tradition said to descend from the Golden Age, the residents of Silver Moon City erected a stele for each deceased, engraving upon it some tales from their lives. They were uniformly buried near Starfall Lake, where they built a temple dedicated to the three Angels of Death.