World

Dark Kouhua sneered arrogantly, but unmistakable anger burned in her eyes.

Amid the biting frost wind, thunder rumbled through the gloomy sky. Row after row of upright banners advanced with a howl, while the metal dragonhead sculptures atop their poles reflected a faint, cold gleam along their edges in the dim light. Milos's Frost Giants worshiped dragons—a tradition passed down from the Ancients. Dragon-horned helmets gradually appeared in the distance. Across the boundless plain, ancient and majestic chants suddenly seemed to rise from every direction. Brando turned in a circle, surrounded on all sides.

"Soul of the Ancients, bless us as we slaughter our enemies."

"Blood Soaks the Wild, hack through every thorn."

"Land of the Homeland, the giant dragon whispers low."

"Dark clouds shroud the sky, Starlight Floats in the Universe."

The scene before his eyes seemed to have stepped out of some sealed-off history from before the Era. It was desolate yet distant. The plain stretched endlessly, yet it had been compressed into a platform no more than a hundred meters across, suspended above a barrel-shaped abyss. It was like a view stretched beneath a wide-angle lens, bizarre yet perfectly logical.

Brando still could not understand why Kouhua could blend so harmoniously into Milos's domain, as though it were her own. He had assumed that Dark Kouhua might make use of Milos's domain. Although Milos's kingdom would suppress all foreign laws and Elements to the greatest extent possible, the Power of Chaos she controlled was incredibly weak because she had only just awakened. Thus, even while suppressed, she would still be the one benefiting. Then she could rely entirely on her outstanding combat experience to win.

Yet what was happening before him had completely exceeded his expectations. Dark Kouhua had indeed summoned Milos's kingdom, but within this realm,