Chapter 778: A familiar face
Book 9 – War Across the Stars
The Graecia Empire was truly massive—so vast, in fact, that no one noticed the moment a spatial fluctuation rippled through one of its mountain ranges.
A low tremor followed, shaking the land, and then, in the blink of an eye, five figures materialized on the rocky slope. They were a young man, a young woman, a small yellow cat, a white werewolf, and a dragon of shimmering light and flame.
"Hahahahaha, we’re back!" Vlad shouted, stretching his arms wide as the familiar aura of Graecia washed over him. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth in his chest. Slowly but surely, this empire had become his home—a place where he felt safe, respected, and rooted.
It wasn’t just the physical safety that drew him in. Vlad had built meaningful bonds here. He had fought side by side with some of the empire’s most skilled warriors, shared drinks with members of the noble houses, and even laughed alongside the imperial family. But more importantly, he had come to deeply respect the Emperor himself.
The man was not only honorable but also unwavering in his loyalty to those who served him. Vlad still found it hard to believe that Alexandro had declared—without hesitation—that he would personally execute any Lord who dared to kill Vlad.
That level of fierce commitment to his loyalists had left a lasting impression on him.
Of course, the Emperor had clarified that such protection didn’t extend to the Legends, making it so that Vlad had to take care of them on his own. But Vlad didn’t mind that. A ruler had the right to expect his strongest to fight with caution and not recklessly throw away their lives.
If Vlad had marched into Valhalla without the power to fend off Legends, then he could only blame himself for dying.
"Is everyone ready to move?" Vlad asked, glancing over his shoulder at the rest of the group. The Depravitas all nodded in unison.