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"This is where history is important, Threo. It has shown us that this world can fluctuate between ranks in a short period of time. It could rise from a small world in the lower realms to a strong rival of the higher realms in so little as a few years. It has happened before. One Thraine did not even step out of Thriegor, yet she dragged spirit energy from the Tunsen realm to Thriegor. No one knew how she did it but, this world was overflowing with energy, it stated to pulse like a world in a higher realm. Only when she dried up the Tunsen realm, did she stop. The higher realms were not happy with this. History has shown us that the Thraines could be provoked to raise this world, or just go to sleep for several centuries. So, Thriegor can not be ranked." Gregor said.
"Is that why the tunsen realm is the weakest realm till date?" Threo s.h.i.+vered at the thought.
"Yes." Gregor answered.
"I have lived two hundred years. Why do I know nothing of this?" Threo asked.
"The Gate master does not wish for the young to know. He has lived long, yet he could still be considered young in the eyes of those old geezers. But he at least saw the rise of the last Thraine to step out of Thriegor. I do not believe he would have the courage to take this action. Someone is pulling the strings." Hermin said.
"The Harnian gate is on it's last life. I do not expect us to live until next bloom." Gregor said. Threo understood their fear, but he did not believe that a girl could take down the entire Harnian gate. Maybe her ancestors could, but not her.
Morning came in the capital much slower than usual. Many had not slept at all the night before. No one dare to close their eyes for fear of not waking when morning came. Even though the sun was long out, none dare to come out from their homes. Even though the kingdom was flooded with Isne soldiers, Prince Thelmus was still said to be in charge. Three heavy drums sounded from the palace, announcing the death of the king. But this prince that killed his father and sold the kingdom, no one was sure what their fate would be.
As midday arrived, the council received summons to enter the palace but no one replied. They locked their doors and stayed inside. A prince that directly looked down on them and seized the throne, should rule alone.
This did not please Prince Thelmus at all. He sat in the throne room on his father's throne, his face red from anger. As Northern Lan was no now part of Juhntt, the land he is bound to rule is vast. His father had merged the two kingdoms into one and share the lands across the n.o.ble houses. He sat up straight when a servant announced,
