Skermann was under great pressure and tension because of its economy and the steadily rising number of refugees. On top of that, some of the refugees had been disrupting the peace in Skermann and wreaking havoc.


    Despite all of that, Wilbur did not feel any of that tension here. Maybe Wendis was just a more rxed town? It was only after Wilbur had zoomed in on a map of Skermann that he realized that Wendis was actually located in the middle of Skermann''s coastline.


    This meant that Wendis was the furthest away from the other countries across Burd Bay, and that definitely exined theck of issues in their economy and safety.


    However, this would notst long. The situation at hand was already tense enough, and Wilbur actually nned to take direct action.


    Upon second thought, Wendis was just a small town in Skermann. It could be said that the town hardly affected Skermann at all.


    There were far more refugees in Skermann than it could handle, so it had to have been receiving some kind of support for it to havested this long.


    This source of support was controlling Skermann, as well as the wars across Burd Bay.


    The thought made Wilbur calm himself down. He knew that he could not act on this too rashly, and thus continued beachbing until his agreement with the innkeeper was up.


    Wilbur had decided to leave Wendis temporarily. He had built a pretty good rtionship with the innkeeper, who sighed upon learning of his imminent departure. "I''d have gone back to my hometown long ago if I were you. However, I can''t bear to leave my inn behind. The war''sing, young man. It''s time you head back home too."


    "The war''sing? What do you mean by that?"


    "There haven''t been any mirages in Wendis for over a month now. Mirages have always been a symbol of luck, but now some people say that they will never appear anymore. Legend has it that once the mirages disappear, Skermann will be struck with war."


    Wilbur left Wendis and headed to Beven, the capital of Skermann. Just as he had arrived, a war targeting Skermann finally broke out.


    Half of the buildings in the city on the borders of Skermann were burnt to the ground in just half a day. This peaceful little nation was now swept along into the ceaseless wars across Burd Bay, and bombs littered the grounds every other minute. Wilbur watched as the people ran for their lives as he felt anger and grief welling up within him.


    Several dozen cultivators stood in the courtyard of the Beven Cultivator Guild. They were all at the Sanctuary level, and most of them were not even from Skermann. They had only chosen to live here for personal reasons.


    Just then, an old man with white hair standing in front of the cultivators said, "The pride and safety of Skermann is now on your shoulders, young warriors. Our nation never wanted to be a part of the wars, yet we have been swept into this mess against our wishes. We must strip the beast of its fangs and force it to bow in submission. That is the only way we will show our power and ward off neighboring countries from attacking us so we can avoid a full-scale war from breaking out. We''re counting on you."


    "You can just be honest, General Arthur. That country attacked us first, and we''re going to make them pay."


    A General was the highest position of power in the Beven Cultivator Guild. Arthur, the silver-haired man, was an Emperor level cultivator who had once defeated five Emperor level cultivators on his own and became the General of Skermann.


    "Fine. I''ll tell the truth, then."


    Arthur''s gaze shed coldly. "The culprit behind this attack on our nation, the one trying to make us a part of the wars, is none other than an old friend of Skermann''s, Ede."


    "Ede?"


    "I can''t believe it. Skermann and Ede were allies, but now the tables have turned and they''re attacking us...''