The Sun-Moon Empire had retreated to the coast, like a reef battered over and over by the tides, liable to be swallowed completely at any moment.
If Eva led her troops out to sea now, what awaited her upon reaching the Sun-Moon Continent would be a shattered empire riddled with wounds from the Evil Emperor's torment, an exiled court driven back to the coast with no options left.
As for the Evil Emperor...
The corners of Eva's lips slowly curved upward. The smile was faint, yet edged with calm, unwavering confidence.
The Evil Emperor was a seven-hundred-thousand-year-old ferocious beast whose immense mental power encompassed the entire continent.
But to her, having already become a god, the Evil Emperor posed no problem at all.
The gulf between gods and mortals was an impassable chasm.
Seated behind her desk, Eva read the message once more, then picked up her pen and quickly wrote several lines on a blank sheet of stationery.
The order was exceedingly concise, without any unnecessary preamble.
Effective immediately, all completed Ocean-Going Warships in the coastal commanderies were to enter combat readiness. The national treasury would coordinate the allocation of all necessary supplies. All Navy personnel were to cease training and stand by.
In three days, the fleet would depart.
Eva folded the letter and handed it to the messenger waiting outside the door.
The messenger accepted it with both hands, bowed, and withdrew from the study, his footsteps rapidly fading down the corridor.
Eva leaned back in her chair again, her gaze settling on the courtyard bathed in afternoon sunlight outside the window. That faint smile still lingered on her lips.
She already knew how to handle the situation on the Sun-Moon Continent.
She would lead her troops across the sea to the Sun-Moon Continent and sweep across