Cleaning Up the Battlefield

Mary Geoise, within Pangaea Castle, once a symbol of the world's supreme power and glory, had now become a ruined wasteland.

The once-lofty Celestial Dragons, who had proclaimed themselves the rulers of the world, now cowered on the ground like drowned dogs, trembling as despair and terror tangled in their eyes.

The Rebel Army's soldiers bustled about, moving through this ancient city that symbolized oppression and tyranny.

Those nobles who had once dictated the fate of the world from within these magnificent palaces had long since lost their glory and dignity.

Beneath that grand throne, once an untouchable symbol of power, its masters were now escorted and bound like lowly beasts.

Jin An stood in the center of Pangaea Castle, his gaze cold and his posture as still as a statue.

The battle had ended, but to him, this victory did not mean that everything was over.

The Rebel Army's banners flew high, covering the palaces of the once-noble Celestial Dragon families. The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood, yet none of it brought Jin An the slightest relief.

He slowly turned, his blade-sharp gaze sweeping over the Celestial Dragons standing nearby.

Those nobles had once stood high above all others, regarding everyone else as lowly ants.

But now, there was only terror and despair in their eyes.

They knelt on the ground, clutching their heads as they wailed and begged for mercy.

Some were so terrified that they could not help rolling on the ground, letting out low whimpers, having nearly lost every shred of self-respect.

One Celestial Dragon, his face covered in tears, tried to rise on trembling legs as he kept pleading in a low voice:

"Please!

Spare us!

We were once your allies!

We are the rulers of the world!

Let us