Approaching Destiny in Progress

"Then, we part ways. May your journey be fortunate!" Since the leaders of the two factions had reached a consensus, they naturally bid each other farewell without delay.

General Farrell watched the Knight Commander's retreating back. His steps were still steady and calm, his back as straight as a pine tree, no different from usual. Yet, Farrell couldn't shake the feeling that the Knight Commander was walking as if heading for a duel of honor, each step landing on a burning ember.

For a moment, he found himself mentally composing a grand and stirring BGM, and it only ceased after the Knight Commander had disappeared from his sight.

General Farrell couldn't help but chuckle self-mockingly, "...I'm already decades old, and I still have this habit."

Now, this small Sarna Star would truly be lively! It might even steal the show. Decades-old General Farrell knew he was about to head to the battlefield, but for a moment, he regretted not being able to witness the unfolding events up close.

Of course, he was also certain that no matter what happened next, someone was bound to have a bad time.

On Sarna Star, north of the Great Pulse Plain, about ten kilometers from the Lord's Canyon, in a patch of woods, the "Girl" stretched and slowly walked into the stream flowing before her. The moment her ankles touched the icy water, the "Girl," who had prepared herself for everything, inexplicably shivered.

The stream here flowed down from the northern snow mountains of the Great Pulse Plain, its temperature near absolute zero. Yet, even so, such low temperatures posed no threat to her, a non-natural being.

The "Girl" looked around, puzzled, and then shivered again.

As a psionics, she knew this was not a good omen. However, this kind of mystical sixth sense