His demigod-level spiritual perception had long since spread like a net, picking up the battle raging inside the fortress, two astronomical units away. He couldn't yet hear the gunfire or the clamor within, but he could sense the uncanny ebb of countless lives.
He also detected familiar spiritual auras: unmistakably, Krell, Yaxiu, and Taea.
"...All right. For those three to end up together, some pretty amazing stories must have happened." Yu Lian sighed to himself.
"Isn't that a good thing?" Little Gray gave a melodious chuckle.
Indeed, his old comrades and former subordinates had accomplished such a feat without his knowledge. Yu Lian felt nothing but admiration and relief.
Even if it was a foolhardy act tantamount to suicide, even if victory was all but impossible, the moment a band of desperate stragglers and refugees rose up behind enemy lines and attacked a fortress in the heart of the Empire, they had already won.
In short, Yu Lian was surprised to find that he felt no negativity at all. No jealousy, no alarm, no mockery—nor even the insecurity of a "person in power" whose former subordinates had slipped beyond his control.
All he felt was respect.
I may not be a true revolutionary, but I'm not a bad person, either. Yu Lian tapped his chest with satisfaction and sent the dragon through another spatial jump. After a faint ripple in space, they quickly closed in to what could be called "nearby"—just one astronomical unit from the Ilaysel Fortress.
His senses grew clearer by the moment, and his grasp of the fortress's situation sharpened.
The half-built fortress should have had at least forty thousand troops and staff on hand, yet it was obvious they were the ones on the back foot.
At this close range, Yu Lian's terminal, boosted by Little