Central Lands was still advancing. How long could this Great Expedition go on?
No one knew.
But what could be known was the blood-soaked storms that lay ahead.
The greatest campaign in the history of this world—one that even later generations would speak of with pride.
Strike out "Great Expedition."
It was the Return to Central Lands Operation.
It was a race against time.
Why?
Lynn's spearhead forces were landing without cease.
For now, they were only fighting on the small islands off the western coast of the Northern Continent.
But in Central Lands, on the Western Continent, the Eastern Continent, and the Southern Continent—
Undercurrents were surging everywhere.
Lynn's Northern Alliance had already pushed technology to its limit. In the short term, there was no possibility of another technological leap; Lynn only knew so much, after all.
Meanwhile, the bitter lessons of the Northern Continent had also driven all parties to accelerate industrialization.
Elves were few in number, and true Dragons were few as well.
Their former allies had become utterly useless, all retreating into their shells.
Humans had even begun to forget the ancient covenant.
Back then, humanity had destroyed itself by turning on itself.
Now, humanity was fighting itself again, with the Devil Race that had once been their enemy added to the fray.
But Lynn's political methods were more sophisticated.
The Dawn Empire had been destroyed when infighting between Nobles, civil officials, and the emperor—along with infiltration by the Devil Race and betrayal by human traitors—ultimately allowed foreign enemies to invade.
These histories had gradually become clear through archaeological discoveries on the Northern Continent, the Devil Race's own excavations, and information leaked by Elves and the Dragon Race.
But Lynn's nation had room for capital.
If it had to be given a color, Lynn would say