Overlord and the True Depravitas all nodded in solemn agreement. The unspoken truth hung heavy in the air—if they kept reacting, eventually they would be too slow.
Next time, millions, perhaps billions of lives would be lost.
If the Xaos Kingdom truly wanted to end this endless cycle of retaliation, they needed to bring the war to their enemies' doorstep. They would make their homes the battlefield, their skies the inferno, and their people the collateral. Only then would the universe understand that the Kingdom of Xaos no longer waited for death—it delivered it.
"Our first target should be the homeworld of the Vorometallicae Race."
The voice belonged to Overlord, calm but razor-sharp. The others turned toward him instantly, their eyes narrowing with focus. Vlad's gaze locked on the A.I. Clone, waiting to hear the logic behind the statement.
