The southwestern skies of the Sagittarius Continent were eerily silent.
The massive war fleets bearing the insignia of the Mythical Coalition drifted through the gray heavens like floating fortresses. Their dark hulls cut through layers of lingering death mist while countless scanning arrays continuously swept the barren land below.
Ever since the Myth of Oracle relayed the latest intelligence, the atmosphere within the vanguard had grown increasingly strange.
The undead had vanished, but were weakened or destroyed. Even now, many of the fleet operators still struggle to accept the reports.
Inside the command bridge of the lead flagship, the Myth of Inferno leaned casually against a crystalline console while gazing at a projection of the continent.
"Still hard to believe..." He muttered.
The Myth of Thunder crossed his massive arms.
