"Now, the fate of the Galaxy and the Warp is not in my hands, nor in yours."
"It will be decided by humanity and countless other lives together."
Ron stared at the Dark Emperor as he said this.
His tightly furrowed brow eased a great deal, and he gained more confidence in this battle to resist the Dark King.
The Dark Rift was shrinking.
Countless humans and living beings were uniting as one to stop the Black Tide and defend their homes—
The Charadon Sector.
From a distance, the sector looked extraordinarily prosperous, with dozens of Spaceports connected to many vital shipping routes.
The lights of passing ships blazed brilliantly, illuminating the river of stars.
Charadon was like a pearl in the Galaxy, impossible to ignore, and it was also the most important industrial zone and trade Nexus in Segmentum Pacificus.
Ormus Planet.
This planet was the sector's main inhabited world, home to hundreds of billions of people, with buildings soaring into the clouds.
Even more precious was that almost no pollution could be seen on this planet, and there were extremely abundant green zones between the towers.
Every residential district had its own Central Park. Though it could not compare to those garden worlds, it was still very valuable.
The residents of Ormus relied on the industrial zones and trade system to live relatively prosperous lives.
Even among the Imperium's middle class, they counted as well-off.
Chirp, chirp, chirp~
As the gentle sun rose, the birds in Central Park of Residential District 13 of the Third Industrial Group started their usual racket, so pleasant to the ear.
A pretty, colorful bird flew onto the balcony of a residential tower and chirped toward the inside.
Like a natural alarm clock.
This entire tower, dozens of kilometers tall, was workers' family