The blue radiance from the ancient Malakar tomb in the distance cut through the darkness of the Southern Sector like an ice sword driven into the dead ground. From the rocky terrace protruding toward the valley, the tomb structure was visible like a frozen giant silsit monument, emitting a constant yet silent wave of static energy.The night wind blew carrying the aroma of wet pine and the remnants of cold air from the global blizzard brought down by Elder Thorva a few hours ago. In a place as vast and quiet as this, the night felt running linearly without interruption, providing a deceptive illusion of peace before the largest military clash of this century began.Ethan Eldravar stood at the edge of the cliff bordering the sanctuary's outer perimeter. The fingers of his right hand moved rhythmically atop the stone railing, while Rion, in his micro form coiled lazily on his wrist, emitted a dim golden radiance from his pair of horizontal eyes.Ethan could not sleep. Every time he clos

The last dawn in the Southern Sector broke in a wrap of thick fog enveloping the entire pine vegetation around the Nomad Sanctuary valley. The blue radiance from the ancient Malakar tomb slowly faded, muffled by the cold and linear streak of dawn light. Inside the wooden house underground hangar, the tactical preparation atmosphere truly felt dense without even a single space for wasteful emotional sentences. The macro-scale operational chain had been activated, and the remnants of the glory of King Alexander Nyxaris's era were now betting on one last penetration calculation to tear down the darkness brought by the tyrant Axandra in the center of the Valtherion Palace.Ethan Eldravar stood upright beside the hull of the micro tow vessel. After the rigid confrontation full of claims he conducted in Isyra's room a few hours ago, the expression on the Chosen One's face had completely returned to being as flat as pure ice. His pair of eyes moved regularly monitoring Jaxon who was kneeling

The macro-scale round room in front of Ethan Eldravar and Isyra Nyxaris emitted a highly dense heat wave, as if the entire atmosphere in that place truly was boiled by Axandra's tyrannical energy. Thousands of silsit pipeline paths were installed linearly along the circular walls, moving up toward the tunnel ceiling like giant black roots sucking pure power from the coral womb. In the center of the room, a ten-meter-high meteorite glass cylinder tube stood upright, flowing a highly dense red boiling surge of dirty silsit energy. That power radiance was what acted as the primary mechanical heart, supplying all corrosive cannons and illegal Aegisvar shield systems on the outer walls of the Valtherion Palace.Ethan stepped inside into the room with a foot rhythm remaining rigid and regular. His pair of eyes which were as cold as pure ice moved fast, conducting a horizontal visual scan toward the rows of hydraulic valves regulating the macro silsit pressure. At his side, Rion had straight

The dirty red energy flashes from the portable corrosive cannon muzzles belonging to the Iron Reavers special unit cleaved the Second Gate corridor atmosphere linearly. The sharp smell of ozone gas burning due to the dirty silsit power bursts instantly filled the entire narrow room. Before the first wave of shots had time to touch the wall surfaces, Ethan Eldravar truly had cut the horizontal distance between them. The ice logic inside his head had locked the enemy's shot trajectories with absolute accuracy, allowing him to move half a step faster before the enemy's black armor plates had time to conduct a wireless target locking.Ethan's right hand which had been coated by macro pure ice freezing slammed the chest part of one of the heavy armor warriors in the front row. That physical impact truly did not trigger a large explosion sound, but rather a cold energy pulse propagating fast piercing through the meteorite metal hydraulic joints. Within a matter of milliseconds, the entire i

The black-gold layered gateway at the end of the Eastern Sector corridor shattered completely into frozen metal fragments as the impact of Ethan Eldravar's third-stage pure ice energy shot linearly. The last second of the global countdown time truly had just touched the number of zero exactly when Ethan stepped inside piercing through the meteorite dust puffs. The main circuit control room was a macro-scale hall with an inverted amphitheater architecture, filled by hundreds of ancient digital consoles and connecting pipeline paths pulsating rigidly flowing the remnants of Axandra's backup power.On the highest tactical podium in the center of the room, stands a silver-haired man figure with a rigid and neat military commander robe. That man truly did not show even the slightest psychological surprise expression upon seeing the Chosen One break inside alone. His gaze was as flat as a strategy board, reflecting the thinking center of a macro logistics expert who had calculated the entir