Three months had passed since Lucas's regime fell. Valdera was rising from the devastation of the war. Across the country, soldiers who had once fought on the battlefield were now helping rebuild houses, bridges, hospitals, schools, and other public facilities that had been destroyed.There was no more artillery fire or war sirens. What could be heard now were the sounds of hammers, construction machinery, and people working from morning until night to restore their lives.The provisional government had also begun delivering justice to the victims. Families who had lost loved ones received direct assistance from the Empire. At the same time, family victims of Project Genesis were compensated, and those who had lost their homes were provided with temporary housing until their homes could be rebuilt.People were no longer talking about war, but the future. Throughout those three months, no one had been crowned the new Emperor. Callen had even refused when several officials suggested hol

Twenty years had passed since the last war in Valdera. In a small country called Eldria, screams filled a city that had been turned into a slaughterhouse.Buildings collapsed, the streets were filled with smoke, and the bodies of Eldorian soldiers lay scattered after facing a single man who didn't even look tired. Silas stood in the middle of the destruction, his clothes barely stained."So weak." He looked at the remaining soldiers. "Humans always build kingdoms, make rules, and then think all of that will keep them safe."He raised his hand. "When in reality, the world only needs one thing. Destruction," he whispered.Suddenly, the ground shook. A tremendous rumble of energy came from the distance, causing Silas to stop. A smile appeared on his face."Oh? Has the time finally come?"Silas turned as dust flew into the air in the distance. Someone was walking through the ruins. Callen.Twenty years had passed, but his face had barely changed. The cultivation he had achieved allowed him