Divine Ranks

With the black and red soil, the Old World looked harsh and lifeless.

It didn't have the beauty of the New World or its strange charm that drew people in and made them feel at home.

This was a world that was ruthless and forced people to fight for survival every day.

Adam and Alastor walked across the desolate landscape, walking through a village of stone huts that had been abandoned a long time ago.

"If you're trying to convince me to resurrect you, you're doing a poor job." Adam touched the ground and took a handful of black soil. "This world is dead. Why would I want this?"

"You will be long dead before this happens." Alastor said. "You need to be selfish sometimes. This doesn't concern you; it's about your own survival."

SHRIEK!

"What the hell was that?" Adam turned his gaze to the sky and saw a small white dot flying across the sky.

His eyes widened in shock.