At last, from the Archives' records, we learned that the inhabitants of this universe were not native to it. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, they had been rescued from another world on the verge of collapse by a Shilin Apostle known as the Great General. The bizarre stellar incendiary bomb we had seen above this planet, along with the energy-harvesting technology the locals possessed, had all been left behind by that Great General. Searching for "Great General" as a keyword, Sandora found the Shilin Apostle whom the locals revered like a legendary leader—a very familiar figure.
"I think... this figure looks kind of familiar," I said tactfully. The Great General in the image wore a black hooded cloak and looked incredibly tiny amid a crowd of Imperial Soldiers in heavy black armor. To put it plainly, the Great General's height was roughly level with the surrounding soldiers' crotches. The picture seemed to have been taken in a hurry; apparently, the general had not been in the mood to stop and strike a pose for her followers to admire. Though her face was hidden in the shadows beneath the hood, a pair of blood-red eyes glimmering faintly stood out clearly.
"Isn't that Viska?" Sandora smacked her lips, finally recovering from her surprise. "Look at those emblems. Viska's Destruction Legion used this bloody triangle as its insignia. Oh, right, there was one at the entrance when we came in."
At the time, I had assumed that bloody triangle at the entrance was just a coincidence. That shape was common enough, after all. When Viska designed her insignia back then, she had probably just scribbled a pointy pattern and used it. There were no decorations or anti-counterfeiting markings at all. But now it was confirmed: that triangular emblem belonged to the Destruction