RUMBLE!!!!!
The Martial Artists and therianthropes began a slow retreat backwards due to a crumbling warfront as the giants, evolutionaries, and tekvores continued advancing, along with countless other private outfits.
[Just as planned.]
Over the past four days, NOVA had created powerful predictive and SOUL models on all of the participating elements, while her own forces were entirely within her control.
They were all pieces in her mind.
She was the only player.
Gaia was the chessboard.
She had reached a realm of cognition where even the six powerhouse civilizations of the true world were no longer able to earn her respect. Not even the top ten most powerful pathwalkers in the world could get her to regard them as her equal.
[There is still Ecclestia, I suppose. I need to pay her back for what she did to me last time.]
Still, that had happened before her current state post-mind transfer.
