Two weeks later.
"Huff, huff... damn it! Where the hell did these invaders come from?"
The City Lord's Mansion.
A man struggled out of the rubble.
He was the ruler of this city-state, and the owner of everything within this city.
Shops, high-rises, the sky, bricks and stones, water, air...
Everything in this city belonged to him.
"I can't die. I have to live. I have to keep ruling. Yes, as long as I take that thing, I can make a comeback!"
He operated a small steam machine to excavate the ground.
Following the location in his memory, he twisted and turned through the underground passages of the collapsed City Lord's Mansion until he reached the lowest level.
There stood a heavy iron door that could only be opened by using both his iris and fingerprint.
"Huff, huff... no matter where these invaders came from, as long as he's still here, I'll fight my way back sooner or later! It's just a shame about those lowlifes. Damn it, my losses-I'll recover every bit from them when the time comes!"
He was just about to enter when, inexplicably, he heard the faintest sound of a chain.
And when he instinctively looked toward the sound...
There...
Was nothing there?
Had he misheard?
He did not dwell on it, nor did he dare to.
He hurried through the doorway, taking the steps two at a time.
But he would not be running for much longer.
Rumble!
A terrifying wave of mechanical noise came from above.
It penetrated the soil.
A scorching Flame Spear punched straight through the massive alloy door above his head, a full ten meters thick.
Augustine's cold, crimson eyes fixed on him.
Eve came hurtling over.
A targeting ring rose beneath his feet.
"The Overlord has ordered this man hung