Chapter 154: Current level
The first piece detailed the happenings in Darkan, but he just skipped it. He was tired of hearing about them.
His eyes moved to the next section: the Imperial successors.
They were already stepping into the public eye, trying to curry favors with powerful families and citizens alike. Once again, all of them except the second princess and third prince remained conspicuously absent. Though it was still on a small scale at the moment, it would soon blow out of proportion, unless, of course, the emperor ended up choosing his successor before his time ended.
The report’s next section caught his attention: ’New species called devils.’ His pulse quickened as he read through, ’Sun Destroyer decimates an 8th Star outlier in one strike.’. The words struck like a hammer.
What did it mean to decimate an 8th star? 8th star powerhouses were known as one-man armies. Their signature techniques, amplified by their domains, could reshape battlefields.
Another name for them was a true grandmaster. The mountain was divided into two parts. Those in the 7th star were still below the cloud; however, those true grandmasters stood above the cloud. And it was that sort of being that was struck down with just an attack.
’I look forward to seeing it,’ Baines thought, a flicker of anticipation in his violet-flecked eyes as he scrolled to the next page.
The deteriorating relationship between Solaris, Vodal, and Lunar was no surprise. Without clear explanations for their actions, tensions were mounting, and Solaris still bore the brunt of the pressure.
Baines skipped reports of families usurping positions and succession battles, his focus landing on another critical piece: ’The thrones of Lunar have begun their succession.’
He had been seeing more information about succession battles. Maybe it was that time of the century. But the final note stopped him: The ruins of Ashenfall have vanished.
"Yes," His eyes glowed with realization. Before leaving the ruins, he’d instructed the dragons to extract the cores and treasures, which he’d unceremoniously dumped into his pocket space.
Thousands of artifacts—weapons, orbs, relics—now resided in that pocket space.