High above the heavens.
Relying on overwhelming personal strength and the protection of an Artifact of Authority, Cedric—along with eight commanders and Cillian—had barely managed to escape the fringes of the annihilating storm. Now they stood frozen, their expressions vacant and stunned.
They stared back in disbelief at the void that had swallowed the legion whole.
Too fast.
Too sudden.
At the very instant the order was given, all attacks had arrived with absolute precision—dense, saturated, and merciless.
Across the vast front line, the advancing offensive of the Olympian God Mountain coalition ground to an abrupt halt.
The myth that sustained their morale had shattered in an instant. Their faith and fighting spirit suffered a catastrophic blow.
Cedric felt his scalp prickle violently.
Cillian's heart trembled as well, his fingers twitching uncontrollably.
This reaction did not stem from fear—but from something far heavier.
