The atmosphere in the secondary launch waiting room felt incredibly compressed. The dawn light piercing through the crevices of the Northern Sector's meteorite stone walls reflected a silvery-gray hue onto the surface of Ethan Eldravar’s meteorite armor.Beside him, Rion stood firmly in his colossal form. The ancient dragon’s body occupied nearly half the room, his ice-crystal scales gleaming sharply and the red spikes along his spine radiating a constant cold draft. His long golden tail occasionally moved slowly across the metal floor, creating a heavy, authoritative scraping sound.Rion no longer hid his existence. Now that the energy convergence was complete, his massive presence became a symbol of real power walking side by side with Ethan.Ethan himself stood with his arms crossed over his chest, leaning his back against a support pillar. His blue-gold eyes stared straight toward the main corridor. There was no sign of haste in his movements. In accordance with the previous round

The mechanical rumble inside the main spatial catapult chamber no longer just vibrated; it shrieked at a deafening, high frequency. The stratospheric wind rushing in through the wide-open launch gates created a compressed vortex of cold air.Yet, in the midst of that kinetic storm, Ethan Eldravar’s standing axis remained entirely unmoved. Behind him, Rion’s colossal form acted as a sturdy biological anchor, with his pair of ice-crystal wings unfolded in a semicircle, deflecting the extreme wind currents with a flaw-free precision.The meteorite armor on Ethan's body gleamed a dense blue, absorbing every air vibration and converting it into a balancing Mana compression. Through the consciousness circuits that had now been cleansed of wild rage by Alden, Ethan allowed his logic to dictate every energy movement inside his body. He no longer attempted to take over tactical control; he positioned himself purely as a compliant instrument of execution under the command of the round table.Ne

The thick silver fog once again enveloped the walls of the Northern Sector as The Nomad Sanctuary shifted slowly and linearly toward static coordinates above the clouds of Valtherion. The first phase of the emergency rescue plan had been locked with absolute success, completely clean of flaws. Through the traction gate controlled by Uncle Brian in the lower logistics room, hundreds of surviving civilians had now occupied the temporary refugee barracks under the strict supervision of the medical team led by Lyra and Nayana.Ethan Eldravar walked silently along the connecting metal corridor, accompanied by the reddish hue of the remaining stratospheric sun that was beginning to sink behind the horizon. On his left side, Rion strode in his magnificent colossal form, letting his ice-crystal claws produce a constant, rhythmic tapping on the magical steel floor. There was no longer any need to hide the ancient dragon's biological size, under the new military schema, Rion's existence was an

A rare wave of warmth crept along the floor of the Central Sector as the twilight sun sank entirely behind the stratosphere horizon. For the first time since the cascade of tension that drained the energy circuits of the hovering valley, The Nomad Sanctuary was enveloped by a truly soothing symphony of silence. The first evacuation phase at the lower border had been locked with a one hundred percent success status, bringing hundreds of lives of Valtherion civilians into the safe embrace of the sanctuary's meteorite stone walls.Along the logistical barracks, there was no longer the dense screech of spatial catapult gears or the tight puff of thruster engine vapor. The soldiers of the heavy infantry and silent shield divisions placed their spears and silsit axes atop weapon racks, enjoying the warm ration soup rations distributed by the medical team. In the outer corner of the barracks, young children from the village began to dare to laugh softly, a micro melody of happiness truly pre

The corrosive hiss of the exploding black Mana shards atop the round table of the Central Sector had truly swept away the remaining warmth of the night at The Nomad Sanctuary. The projection of Axandra's face might have vanished entirely after being struck by Elder Corin's wave of silsit wind, yet the echo of that macro threat still lingered in the air, tight and smelling foul like sulfur from the central palace.Jaxon still held the wireless control panel in the corner of the room, his skilled fingers vibrating in micro tremors as he attempted to reset the linear encryption of the Central Sector's communication lines. Beside him, Alden stared blankly toward the pile of new magical record data that had just entered intermittently through the lower circuit."This data ... this is truly not an ordinary military attack draft, Father," Jaxon whispered, his voice catching in his throat as he turned toward Alden. "This is a personal transmission. Axandra locked her coordinates directly upon