1 Grayscale Empire’s Worldwide Disaster

"This is impossible!" Linneia cried. Tears dropped down from her crystal clear limpid gray eyes. Her gaze was filled with indignance and helplessness.

"It is true. Do you think I will lie to you all?" Roland sighed. Anna grabbed his hand and squeezed hard to give him some semblance of support without saying a word. Her brow creased with worry.

Linneia Wimbledon was the current crown princess of the Witch nation, the Grayscale Empire, a direct descendant of Roland and Anna from a long line of succession. She still could not believe what her ancestors told her.

She was the most illustrated witch of her generation; the best of the best. However, their current world was plagued with the latest S-rank disaster.

The first warlock king, Immortal King Roland Wimbledon, together with his queen, Immortal Queen Anna Wimbledon had managed to unify the land and they had found the secret to immortality after defeating their strongest adversary at the time.

After a period of more than 3000 years, the Witch nation, Grayscale Empire, had flourished tremendously with the advancement of science and technology melded together with magic hand in hand.

At this moment, mortals, witches and other races alike lived harmoniously in a modern world. Roland had managed to bring forward the information age of his previous world into his empire and even has pushed forward incredible innovation to make his empire stepped into the next era before retiring for good with Anna by his side.

However, peace was really fleeting; an unknown threat had started spreading on their land in the form of large scale natural fire disasters. The temperature of the planet was rising steadily but surely. It was the enhanced version of global warming. Forest fire started burning rampantly at every corner of the globe without any reason. Loss of lives, assets and infrastructures made the citizens plunged into a worldwide scale panic.

At the beginning, the fires were curbed by the witches working with the other valiant citizens. Nonetheless, the scale was getting larger until both Immortal King Roland and Immortal Queen Anna were forced to came out of seclusion to assist in the effort to solve the problem.

The current elite witch researcher team spearheaded by the competent Crown Princess Linneia Wimbledon was unable to find the root cause of the matter, but only able to become firefighters; they were able to predict the location of the disaster beforehand a few hours before it happened through calculations and magical augury methods.

This had saved a lot of lives.

However, it didn't solve the problem. Refugees were flocking into the Neverwinter Imperial Capital at every second.

The lack of arable land had reduced the agricultural sectors worldwide as crops combusted into ashes intermittently at various locations. They were entering an emergency state.

After Immortal King Roland and Immortal Queen Anna joined the research team, they had finally managed to find the root cause efficiently. Linneia and co. were dumbfounded by the speed. True to the legend, their ancestor king and queen were the twin Gemini genius of the empire from immemorial time.

"The planet we are living in is facing certain destruction, ladies and gentlemen. This is the ultimate truth."Roland stressed the main point.

"However, through the help of all of you, we have managed to calculate the time that we have before the death of our sun." Roland tapped his fingers gently on his favorite study table.

He was feeling suspicious; why was their sun dying in the first place? It was too fast! The death of a star should take billions of years to happen!

The death of their star would be in the form of a supernova since it was so much larger than the sun of his previous world. It will mean a total wipe of all planetary bodies in this solar system including the current planet they were living in.

Supposedly, if it did, it would've shown signs as early as when Roland transmigrated into this world.

He would've transmigrated into an intense desertified planet beforehand.

Roland could smell something fishy; however, he kept it in his heart. Divulging his suspicion will only increase the panic of his citizens. As usual, from Anna's limpid eyes, he knew Anna had the same suspicion as him.

A group of old men and women of all ages with panicky but hopeful expressions while staring at their ancestor king. In their mind, there was still hope. After all, Immortal King Roland had been the guardian of their planet for centuries. They had heard grandeur stories of his might. He must have a solution. He always does!

"What can we do to remedy this, my king?" Linneia spoke the question which hovered in everyone's mind. This was her home; she needed hope that it could be saved.

Roland turned his gaze to his latest descendent, "Currently, nothing."

Linneia lost her composure and swayed. Her colleagues helped supported. They were too afraid to speak to the ancestor king directly. Linneia had been working with the rescue efforts for nearly a year's time and had seen a lot of things. Her nerve had been chaffed thoroughly when her hope combusted with her ancestor's words.

"How long do we have, ancestor king?" King Azul spoke grimly. He was the current king of Grayscale Empire.

"After lengthy discussions, we concluded that we have at most five years before the surface of the planet becomes non-livable. Another 50 years before our sun bursts and disintegrates everything in its path including our planet. At that time, nothing will survive."

Roland sighed when he observed everyone's expression. Some of them could not stand as their legs turned to jelly from the frightening facts. The news was too shocking indeed. What they were actually experiencing was the effects of their sun expanding and getting brighter. This showed that the death of the star was imminent.

It was obvious to Roland and Anna since they could compare the sun's intensity 3000 plus years ago to the current sun. Only the both were left from that era after all. Once they went out of seclusion they had felt something was wrong with the sun.

After a lengthy discussion with the royal astronomer's team, with complicated calculations and theorems, they managed to verify their conjecture. The gigantic star that they were relying on was truly dying, and they had no way to reverse the process.

He knew what they were thinking. But it was useless. The problem was on the sun of their solar system, not on their planet itself. They have not developed enough to fix their own sun. The distance itself was a challenge. It was not like Earth, which was positioned quite close to the proximity of the Sun. Their sun was many times larger and their position was further out.

It was a blessing in disguise. A few planets near their sun has been absorbed into the sun itself. Moreover, the heat would be unbearable at a higher rate. Even now, many areas had undergone desertification which worries Roland all the more.

Roland sighed again while looking out through the french window.

"We need to move out. Globally."