Chapter 605
While the three families of god were having their own moment, the empire was busy preparing for the end. Words about the end of the war were spreading, leaving everyone in a state of tense anticipation. The mages, the goblins, and all the other factions put aside their differences and ambitions, knowing that their survival depended on a united front.
The mage council and the ogre generals, who once held a deep-seated disdain for one another, were now discussing tactics together. Their animosity was still there, but it was hidden well beneath a veneer of professional necessity. The Emperor, in the absence of Vellok, was a silent witness to this unexpected unity.
He couldn’t help but wonder: what if they had started this way from the beginning? What if they had abandoned the mages’ singular path and forged a new, more inclusive way forward for themselves and the empire?
He quickly pushed the thought away. It was a luxury he could not afford. At the edge of his vision, the percentage of their imminent takeover, once at a terrifying 80%, had now fallen to 75%, and a trend line showed that it was still falling. Their current unity was not a sign of victory, but a desperate and necessary measure against an overwhelming and ever-present threat.
The empire, though still wary of the ratfolk who were a constant reminder of the type of problem they were for their people, had to put their internal conflicts aside for now. The demons were pressing into their homelands, leaving them no space to live and breathe. All their citizens had been moved to safe borders, but the space wasn’t much and was forced to be shared, leading to predictable conflicts. This forced cohabitation was the worst thing that could happen to their society, and the nobles were loud in their complaints.
Meanwhile, Vellok was deep in the solar system, a solitary figure searching for a preferable battlefield. His opponent, the unknown god known as Ikenga, had shown a terrifying ability to sow a planet, using its power as a driving force for his own strength. From all observations, this was something possible with any celestial body.
Therefore, Vellok’s target was a star. His strategy was simple and brilliant: his opponent’s seeds could not take hold in such an inferno and would be burned away. Most importantly, a star was in Vellok’s favor. As a light elemental mage, his powers would be at their absolute zenith near a sun, giving him a massive advantage in the final, decisive confrontation. He hopefully might not need to tap deeply into the angel power to end this.
He passed countless celestial bodies, each a potential trap for the coming confrontation. He was searching for not just any star, but a specific one a beacon of pure, unadulterated light that resonated with his very soul.
He found it, a magnificent star burning with a steady, intense brilliance. Its presence was a silent, overwhelming force, its light a tangible, almost holy energy that washed over him. Vellok, as a light mage, felt no fear of its incredible heat or destructive fire. Instead, he felt a profound connection, as if he had come home.
He knew this star was the perfect counter to Ikenga. His seeds, which could seeds and weaponize entire planets, would be instantly annihilated by the star’s radiant energy. ellok began his final preparations, his arms spread wide as he reached out with his will, calling for his mage tower, his ultimate station of power.