Argus's Final Twilight

When the "high paraplegic" Argus Lord was sent back to His loyal planet, the Origin Engine, the most crucial core component of the Everything Unification Field, had already been installed within the World Heart.

This system clearly still needed a round of calibration, and that calibration had to be conducted while the Argus Star Soul still existed.

Thus, the Lord barely showed Himself outside before being sent directly back into the molten core that had birthed the Extinguisher. It was a special space that could not be reached through any physical means.

The battle on the surface had not yet ended, but the Restoration Army's warriors had already begun to withdraw.

It was not because they were too exhausted to fight. In truth, these warriors were still brimming with vigor. Forget continuing the battle—if they were ordered to launch a suicidal charge into the Twisting Nether right now, countless fanatics would eagerly obey.

It was simply because the calibration of the Everything Unification Field would severely disrupt mortal lifeforms. Not to mention the light that would format all things when it was finally activated—even Star Souls would be reshaped, much less lesser lifeforms.

Yet the Restoration Army remained high-spirited as they withdrew.

They had crushed the demons in every corner of this world that had been ravaged by fel for tens of thousands of years. They had pinned those once-arrogant bastards to the soil of their homeland and beaten them senseless.

They had won a glorious victory in their lost homeland, and news of the Dark Titan's defeat made that victory all the more precious and radiant.

The warriors sang, shouted, and cheered as they returned to every evacuation point, where starships received and retrieved them, carrying them away from this world that was about to return to purity.

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