Chapter 665: General Tiberius
Agamenon and Janus couldn’t help but exchange awkward glances as they observed Fafnir soaring through the skies. More specifically, their attention was drawn toward the massive back of the sixty-meter-tall dragon, where a young man and a small yellow cat were comfortably sleeping.
The Imperial Prince and the scion of the Solaris Family were so tense due to the approaching conflict that even though their bodies ached from exhaustion, they found themselves unable to relax, let alone sleep as peacefully as Vlad and Jormungandr.
In truth, even though the upcoming war would undoubtedly reach a scale far surpassing anything the Sky Seed Depravitas had experienced so far, the intensity itself was nothing new to Vlad and Jormungandr.
They had already survived the horrific Leviathan War, where every waking moment had been a desperate battle for survival against fearless, overwhelming enemies who outnumbered them ten to one. Compared to that devastating and relentless struggle, even the looming battle at the Korokor Mountains seemed relatively manageable.
Still, Vlad and Jormungandr did not rest indefinitely. After a few hours, their eyes simultaneously opened, and they quickly shook off their lingering fatigue.
The Sky Seed Depravitas’ gazes sharpened as they looked ahead, catching sight of the distant horizon where a massive wasteland stretched out, surrounded by immense mountains that towered into the heavens themselves.
"The Korokor Mountains," Vlad murmured solemnly.
These mountains served as a formidable natural barrier. Their imposing heights made crossing nearly impossible for ordinary land troops, and at higher altitudes, arcs of intense lightning constantly struck down, potent enough to severely injure or even kill Half-Step Legends who dared to pass recklessly.
While true Legends could indeed force their way through, doing so alone was virtually suicidal. Although they could temporarily disrupt supply lines, isolated Legends would eventually be trapped and hunted down mercilessly.