Beyond the Apocalypse

With everything taken care of, the Sky Seed Depravita nodded and flashed back to the Golden Sky Fortress. It was time to heal in a safe place, recover their strength, and display their hard-earned trophies—the corpses of the Voroe Sages they had just slain. Furthermore, it was nearly time for Vlad to engrave a new Darkness-Devouring Runic Formation following his deal with the Golde Sky Fortress Marshal. The fortress was neither close nor too far, and since the area was under the dominion of Graecia’s forces, they had no need to cloak their energy. Without fear of detection, they moved at full speed, tearing through the skies like streaks of light. The wind howled around them as they crossed thousands of kilometers, and after six relentless hours of flight, they once again found themselves beneath the golden flaming sky of the fortress.

Thanks to their military badges, they faced no obstacles when entering through the massive fortress gates. The golden path beneath their feet glowed faintly as they walked through the outer ring, advancing with confident strides. Their presence drew the eyes of many, their battle-worn figures exuding an undeniable aura of strength and accomplishment. They marched straight into the middle ring, their goal clear—the Logistics Military Center.

Once inside, they were greeted by Oliver, the quartermaster, who immediately recognized them. It was impossible for him to forget their group after having met them just days ago.

"Good day, Barons. How may I be of service today?" Oliver inquired, his voice polite yet tinged with curiosity.

Vlad stepped forward with a wide grin, exuding confidence. "We’re here to confirm our kills."

Without hesitation, he waved his hand, summoning four Voroe corpses from his space ring. They floated in the air before him, their lifeless forms still emanating residual energy. The sight immediately caught the attention of everyone in the building. Conversations halted, and all eyes turned toward the display of dead Sages. The energy signatures within the corpses were unmistakable—these were powerful Sages, and now they lay defeated.

Many of the spectators nodded in acknowledgment, understanding that slaying a Voroe Sage was no small feat. However, some onlookers remained unimpressed, thinking it was only natural for a group of four Sage-tier life forms to be able to take down three Voroe Sages.

But their assumptions were quickly shattered.