The capital of Durban, heart of the Skadi Empire, trembled like a dying beast.
News of Emperor Kaelion's retreat spread faster than any marching drum. No one had ever seen the divine sovereign falter, let alone flee. His body half-ruined, drifting away into the void, was a vision burned into the eyes of those Saints who had witnessed it. For the citizens below, all they knew was that the sky had cracked, continents shattered, and now the empire's immortal god was gone.
And into that silence marched Igaris.
The Overlord's army—hundreds of millions strong—descended from the sky like a tide of shadows and flame. The earth groaned under the weight of their steps, yet they moved in uncanny unison, their discipline frightening even to hardened soldiers.
