Chapter 69: The March To Perfect Society
The sky above Forsaken Land darkened, not with storm clouds but with the shadows of countless creatures. The Freedom Force, the last bastion of ancient summoners and lost arts, had begun its march.
From the barren cliffs to the deep valleys, from hidden cities beneath the earth to temples that floated in midair, hundreds of thousands of Summoners gathered. Each carried a distinct aura, their bodies marked by magical beasts, ancient contracts, or forbidden spells. They were soldiers, rebels, monks, mercenaries—and monsters in their own right.
The Great Call had echoed across the world three days ago. A telepathic signal, only Summoners could hear, transmitted through the ley lines of the world, vibrating through every bond between human and beast. The words had been simple:
"Prepare. The path to the Perfect Society opens in seven days. March with us, or be crushed beneath the wheel of fate."
And now they came.
Some arrived on massive winged beasts—Wyverns, gryphons, bone crows, and silver-winged tigers.
Some special people rode the mighty Dragons, each carried features of their elemental affinity.
In addition, Giant aquatic beasts emerged from the deep rivers, carrying aquatic summoners in domed vehicles of coral and glass. Even specters rode ghostly horses across the skies.
The Freedom Force had never before revealed the full extent of their hidden strength.
Many had assumed they were merely a rogue army of failed warriors. But today, that image shattered.
Igaris stood at the edge of a vast black cliff, his arms folded. He was inwardly surprised by the numbers of Freedom Force. Hundreds of thousands. Compared to their army, his own was very pale in comparison.