Almus led his army toward the homeland of the Fire Giants.
He studied the heavens at night, gazing at the stars as a faint sense of foreboding stirred within him.
The celestial bodies had returned, and the nine stars had aligned once more.
He had already set out to conquer the Fire Giant Homeland with the newly born Dark Elves.
Yet an inexplicable unease rose in his heart.
The Convergence lasted only a limited time, conservatively estimated at less than one year by Blue Star's reckoning.
Excluding the periods when the spatial rifts were unstable, living beings could pass through them for only a few days to a little over a week.
But the Mysterious Man in Black who had shamelessly approached him about cooperating, along with Yhwach, had never appeared before him again.
It was still hard to say what had gone wrong.
Had something happened in Midgard? Had the Sorcerer Supreme finally taken action?
A flicker of worry crossed Almus's mind. Without the chaos in Midgard to draw attention away and buy him time, what chance did he have of conquering the Fire Giant Homeland?
According to his plan with the Man in Black and Yhwach, Blue Star would undergo a tremendous upheaval that would weaken it on every front.
When that happened, Blue Star's spatial rifts would also become more fragile, and its connection to the Nine Realms would last much longer.
That would give the Dark Elves a chance to watch the Nine Realms descend into chaos and seize the spoils amid the turmoil.
Yet Almus was not satisfied with that course of events.
If the Dark Elves could not acquire an intact stretch of land where they could live and reproduce,
then they could only rely on the Aether to bring new members of their