Though Gilan spoke calmly, his words brimmed with confidence.
Caesar could not help but smile at that.
At this moment.
Within the Empire's borders, silver dust and mist that blotted out the sky shrouded the fortress occupied by the Ovena Federation. Clusters of light, large and small, flashed continuously within it, creating a magnificent spectacle—as though the cosmic starry sky had been reflected upon the daytime heavens.
It was a phenomenon manifested in the mortal world as the violent energy fluctuations caused by intense battle in another dimension seeped through the spatial barrier.
Countless people watched the phenomenon with shock, bewilderment, even nervous unease, closely following its every change.
The major secret cults, hidden societies, and other factions of the mysterious side used their own methods to observe it in real time, secretly gathering their members to exchange information.
Most of these mystics had already guessed the truth—
What was happening within that silver dust and mist was likely a battle between higher beings!
Unfortunately, they had no right to witness it.
Not only did they lack the means and ability, but even if they could see it, the mysterious magnetic field produced by an Apostle-level clash would likely backlash against them, scorching their eyes and spirituality.
Aside from the intense attention of the mysterious side, the upper echelons of every nation had also become alert.
In the past, when the mysterious remained hidden, the mortal threshold prevented Ascendants from descending in their true bodies, forcing them to rely on vessels of self and other to walk the world.
But the situation now was entirely different.
First came the battle of Ascendants in Posivia, the ruined capital in the northern borderlands of the Bremen Empire. Then two Apostles descended upon the Russell Mountains, engaging in a slaughter that lasted seven