A month passed swiftly since Ash copied the essence of Origin after doing that he simply returned to his Kingdom and waited as everyone exited the Haven. Currently floating in the skies of the Capital of Velora he was standing in front of a little more than one hundred thousand S-ranks that hovered in perfect formation, the air itself warping under the weight of their combined presence.
At the very front stood Nia, Vaeloria, Thalion, and Seris. A dozen meters behind them, Sonna and Yonna floated side by side (one smiling gently, the other stone-faced).
Ash stepped forward, hands clasped behind his back, crown blazing like a second sun.
"My troops," he said, voice lazy and absolute, "I won't give you some long speech to rile you up.
Your job is simple.... eliminate everything that stands in your path. I don't care how weak they look. Leave nothing standing. Leave nothing alive."
He turned to his lovers and generals as he smiled.
"You four… go crazy."
