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While the empire thrived, the same couldn't be said for the Revolutionary Army and its alliance with the Southern Tribes. Their momentum had been shattered after Night Raid's betrayal, leaving the revolutionaries with a gaping wound.

In this world, Teigu were undeniably the most potent strategic resource. For over a millennium, the empire had proven this again and again. Even with its central location, fertile lands, and abundant resources, it had never fallen, thanks to the power of the Teigu.

On the battlefield, a single Teigu user could shift the tide of war. This dominance was especially true in the empire's early years when all Teigu remained under its control, unchallenged and undiminished. During that era, the empire stood as an undisputed hegemon, initiating wars at will while foreign nations and tribes dared not resist.

Now, however, the Revolutionary Army's misfortune emboldened their allies' doubts.

"What now? Your Night Raid defected, and every one of those Teigu users is working for the empire now!" the Southern Tribal leader bellowed, his voice thick with anger. "Ten, no, more than a dozen Teigu users—gone! How do you expect us to win this war?"

His frustration was palpable. The tribes had allied with the revolutionaries because of their supposed strength, bolstered by their Teigu users. Now, with such a significant loss, even the slightest hope of victory seemed to dwindle.

Though the Revolutionary Army still possessed a few Teigu, they were unusable for now. A Teigu would only choose a master it deemed compatible; forcing the bond often led to fatal rejection. Many had tried—and many had perished.

The Revolutionary leader met the tribal chief's outburst with an icy gaze. In truth, he held little regard for the so-called "allies" of the Southern Tribes. They were mere tools in his eyes, pawns to be discarded once their usefulness ended. If the empire hadn't become so powerful, he wouldn't have even entertained an alliance with these barbarians.

"No need to worry," he said with measured confidence. "I've found replacements. Enter."

At his command, several figures strode into the room. Leading them was a man with a bold 'X' scar etched across his face, his presence dominating the space. Behind him trailed a group of equally imposing individuals.

"Who are they?" the tribal chief asked warily.