Above the Pacific Ocean.
Atop an island formed of white clouds.
Inside the grand and luxurious Celestial Dragon Palace, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.
The "Planetary Governor," Thatchers Saint Casby, dressed in the modified attire of an elite Celestial Dragon, sat upright on the lofty throne.
He propped his chin with one hand, his gaze calmly fixed on the three holographic virtual screens suspended in midair.
They were each showing footage from three battlefields in the Nuclear World.
The screen on the left.
The Nagpur front in India.
Mick was locked in battle with Woreberg, who called himself the "Left Hand of God, Gandalf."
The center screen.
On the Toulouse front in the Iron Tower Nation, Han, wreathed in surging blood flames from head to toe.
Was engaged in a dazzling, ultra-high-speed battle with Houpu'er, the "Heart of God, Lifdrasir."
The screen on the right showed the battlefield in Austin of the Lighthouse Nation.
The commander of the Greedy Wolf Star forces, Hank Henriette, was enveloped in multicolored white light, having entered his Beast God form with white hair and golden eyes.
He was clashing fiercely with the third Void Familiar, Plasma, who called himself the "Right Hand of God, Windalfr."
Seeing the expansion speed of the Zerg army successfully checked by the Astral Legion and the local armies.
And seeing those three powerful Zerg experts tied down by the masters of Greedy Wolf Star.
The heart Saint Casby had been holding in suspense quietly settled back down.
Although on the surface he maintained the proud indifference of an elite Celestial Dragon.
In truth, he had been worried about the state of the battle all along.
He had only just graduated from the Celestial Dragon Academy last year.
And even counting in full, he had only been in office