Pablo, Kodak, and Truman led from the front while the other legions followed behind. Dos Santos marched with them, roaring alongside the others as they all dragged Behemoth tied on the massive chains, creating loud metallic noises across the broken floor. He still didn't support Hawthorne or Behemoth, it gave him no advantage and did nothing to help him regain his former position. Even so, he had no choice but to obey Hawthorne's command. Hawthorne continued leading them. The broken passageway trembled beneath their massive weight and thunderous roars as they marched with unwavering determination to confront Master Draxson, still dragging Behemoth, who struggled against the chains but to no avail. Moments later, they climbed the staircase leading to Master Draxson's office. The stairs and railings shook beneath their heavy boots as they dragged Behemoth upward. The metallic clanking of the chains became even louder, blending with their thunderous marching and deafening ro

Hawthorne, being a smart and experienced War God, had already realized that a missile might be launched. He remembered how one had brutally taken the lives of Armogur surviving soldiers who fought alongside him during the invasion war against Esturis, just after they had finally defeated them. Most of all, he remembered how the missile had unexpectedly targeted the surviving soldiers gathered together, engulfing them in flames and reducing them to ashes. That particular incident, along with many others he had witnessed on countless battlefields, had shaped him into an experienced General he was. As the flames from the Spartacus Ballistic Missile spread across the compound, they tore through every facility in sight, destroying both military and civilian vehicles and reducing them to twisted debris and ashes. Silence soon fell over the compound. The towering flames slowly climbed into the night sky, carrying thick black smoke with them. From a distance, the Esturis soldiers w

Within minutes, the SUV Tahoe was already speeding along the busy road of Molina District, leaving the battered military building behind. Though it was commonly known as Draxson Villa, it wasn't truly a villa. It served as the residence of the Supreme Commander and other high-ranking military officials. The two army tactical vehicles immediately charged after them at full speed. Meanwhile, Behemoth was left behind inside the broken bunker, still straining against the massive chains with all his remaining strength. He roared relentlessly, but even his mighty voice was beginning to give out. Inside the SUV Tahoe, Hawthorne endured the unbearable pain from the fresh wounds caused by the missile explosion. Despite the unbearable pains, he glanced through the mirror while driving and saw the army convoy closing in on them at high speed. He knew they would open fire at any moment and immediately commanded his remaining legions. “Get prepared now! They'll start shooting at any mom

The Raptor's rotary cannon had already erupted with a deafening burst, spitting a relentless stream of blazing rounds toward the SUV. RAT-TAT-TAT-TAT-TAT!! Hawthorne and his surviving legions were already out, dodging the deadly barrage. They quickly leaped over the Webora Bridge into the Aurora Sea. Truman, Pablo, and Kodak jumped first, while Hawthorne remained behind, shielding them as the leader he was before making his own leap. Flames violently engulfed the Tahoe SUV before it burst apart with a thunderous explosion. Debris scattered across the bridge as thick, black smoke climbed toward the midnight sky while the cold wind continued to howl. The Raptor kept firing into the Aurora Sea, targeting Hawthorne and his surviving legions. Vehicles were abandoned all over the Webora Bridge, their owners having fled for their lives minutes earlier. Only the deafening roar of the Raptor's rotary cannon echoed across the bridge. The area had become eerily silent. Normally, it re

Within an hour... They had already arrived in Armogur at the Ironwood Ferry Terminal. Numerous ferries were parked around the harbor, while a few passengers trembled at the sight of Hawthorne and his imposing, terrifying-looking men. Hawthorne stepped down, followed by Pablo, Kodak, and Truman. They had successfully escaped Esturis. Hawthorne was now ready to face Master Draxson if he was anywhere within his own nation, including the traitor who had left a permanent scar on his heart—Rowan. By now, he was certain Rowan had already taken over as the new Major General. He calmly thought. “I’m back, Rowan.” He then remembered his beloved wife, Irene, whose memory always softened his broken heart whenever Rowan's betrayal came to mind. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he thought, “Honey... I’m finally back.” He was desperate to get home as quickly as possible to see his beloved wife, make sure she was safe, explain everything that had happened, and celebrate his sur