The smoke of battle had not yet completely cleared. The air still carried the distinctive burnt smell left by the scorching of Holy Light energy, along with a faint, strange fragrance that lingered after an Angel's fall and dissipation.
Several sections of the walls surrounding the Magic City Stronghold had collapsed. The ground was covered in jagged craters and the wreckage of mechs, silently recounting the brutality of the battle that had just taken place.
Qin Chuan's figure stood out strikingly amid the ruins.
He did not immediately immerse himself in the joy of having temporarily repelled a powerful foe. Apocalypse's sudden "version update" weighed on his heart like a massive boulder.
He knew full well that this was definitely not the end.
"Summon all core members, as well as representatives of the various allied factions, to the Command Center for a meeting."
Qin Chuan's voice was transmitted through the communicator.
Time was tight and the mission was urgent. There was no time left for them to indulge in grief and confusion.
Soon, everyone had gathered in the Command Center, and the atmosphere was solemn.
The core members of the Apex Guild, including Season Star and Night Cherry Tangle, were all present. There were also representatives from Kyoto, Beli City, and the Guild Alliance. Even many small Survivor Forces had sent one or two representatives, hoping to learn Night Roaming God's thoughts.
The only thing they shared was the exhaustion of having survived a calamity and deep concern about the unknown etched across every face.
Qin Chuan's gaze swept over the crowd before he got straight to the point. "Everyone must have received Apocalypse's announcement. The 'Age of Divine Selection'—a new game—has begun, and we, along with those deities, have all been labeled 'players.'"
Everyone nodded one after another. They