Three weeks went by in silence. No fighting, no bloodshed, only preparations, as the warriors of the Six Sun Alliance grew stronger and stronger by devouring the life essence of the Eighth Realm.
This would have long-term consequences, but they would appear after a few centuries, and right now they could only think in terms of months.
Finally, once the forces were gathered and fully armed, the march began without fanfare.
There were no war drums.
No rallying cries.
Only silence.
Tens of thousands of warriors moved as one across the frozen expanse of the Eighth Layer, their auras restrained, their killing intent buried deep within their cores. The air trembled faintly under the sheer density of power gathered in a single place.
At the front—
Vlad walked.
