Chapter 726: Heroes
It took a tremendous amount of time, a copious quantity of blood, and an unimaginable degree of pain, determination, and sacrifice—but at long last, silence reigned over the Voidheart Stronghold.
The once-impregnable fortress, feared across the entire sector, had fallen. Every single Vorometallicae within its walls had been slain. Their blood ran through the streets, soaking into the shattered earth, staining the city red.
Sacred halls were reduced to rubble, temples torn down, and arcane monuments now lay in pieces, casualties of the cataclysmic battle that had erupted within the stronghold’s heart.
All that remained of the original structure were the outer walls—cracked and torn, with a gaping hole left by the first assault. Everything else had been leveled by fire, wrath, and magic.
High in the sky, Marshal Maximo hovered above the ruined fortress. Deep, jagged wounds crossed his body, but he stood without flinching. There was no pain on his face—but neither was there joy. His eyes swept slowly across the battlefield, taking in the carnage, the countless corpses of allies and enemies alike.
A heavy sadness settled over his heart.
He made a silent vow to remember every face of every Graecian warrior who had perished in the battle. They had not died in vain—but that did not make their loss easier to bear.
A faint sound of teleportation echoed beside him.
Maximo turned, and saw Spartacus materialize at his side. The Space Master’s left arm was gone, and the aura of his Legendary Demon Soul—a weapon that had served extremely well—was absent. It had been sacrificed to save his life.
Spartacus took a breath, his voice steady but edged with emotion.
"It was hard... and many perished. But we won. We’ve taken the fortress, dominated the entire southeastern quadrant of the Land of the Three Calamities, and solidified our hold. This war took thousands, but it will save millions."