Chapter 194: Aftermath of the Devil War
The battlefield had finally fallen silent. Smoke and dust lingered in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. Broken weapons and shattered armor littered the ground — echoes of chaos slowly fading into stillness.
The war was over. Victory belonged to the Navy and the World Ruling Dominion. Across the globe, people watched in awe, their faith in the Navy rising like a tide. Statuesque and disciplined, the Navy had endured the Devil War and survived its horrors.
But somewhere in the shadows, a figure watched. Calm, composed, and terrifyingly in control. She had orchestrated the entire Devil War — every movement, every clash, every life lost — from the hidden recesses of the world. The mastermind.
The Navy had been nothing more than pawns, chained by her invisible fingers, playing right into her hands without realizing it. Yet one variable had slipped her grasp — Uruma Nithel's death.
Elsewhere, Dravon Solmere was captured. Black stone cuffs bound him, suppressing his abilities. Around him, his entire crew, unwilling to flee and defeated in spirit, surrendered. They were dragged into the depths of the Abyssal Vault, powerless and broken.
Orimo Kuzan was gone, his life snuffed out. One of the Navy's greatest threats had been eliminated, but the price had been monumental.
Now, the world watched as the Navy prepared for its next move. One question loomed over the Dominion: Who would rise as the next Supreme Admiral?
Above the silent battlefield, rain began to fall — cold, heavy, cleansing yet mournful. Somewhere in the shadows, the mastermind's lips curved into a faint smile. The game had only just begun.