Fighter jets always screamed overhead above Elf Island Prison. Whenever the prisoners began their outdoor activities, those steel eagles deliberately slowed down and descended, sweeping over their heads before flying off gracefully into the clouds, making the inmates keenly feel the despair of having no hope of escape.
Elf Island was at sea, yet there was no water.
The sea was a dried-up, frozen seabed, and Elf Island floated thousands of meters above it.
The prison had originally been converted from an Old Era aerial fortress. Though most of its current inmates were political prisoners, Elf Island had once primarily housed superpowered criminals.
Cut off from the mainland and subjected to long-term thin air, it was ideally suited to restricting the movements and crimes of the extraordinary.
Yet for some reason, even as the age grew more desolate and the environment worsened, the number of extraordinary people continued to rise.
At first, a few Alpha Rank individuals who could scale walls and leap across rooftops were enough to run rampant. Later, the Republic had become capable of freezing even Gamma Rank individuals for emergencies.
Now, it seemed even Gamma Rank individuals were about to become worthless.
It was as though the planet had sensed some crisis and was gradually relinquishing the power in its hands to mortals, allowing them to struggle to save themselves.
But what was the purpose of saving themselves? What was it afraid of?
Dai Weilin read the news in his cell. It was one of the few rights he still possessed.
As the former Minister of Defense, his subordinates, students, confidants, and young officers he had promoted were spread throughout every corner of the military. Not to mention that he had been a war hero who commanded the resistance against Sky Ring's invasion. With so many