Vera’s Talent is completely stable, and the Life Divinity glimmer around her slowly withdraws.

The natural mark on her forehead, symbolizing rebirth and Guardian, quiets down.

Aster Grant stands solemnly, bowing profoundly towards the vanishing aura of the World Tree, giving the most earnest salute.

Even though the true origin and name of this ancient deity are still unknown, he is clear in his heart.

For this Alternate Space, for the struggling Human Race.

The gifts and protection from the World Tree surpass imagination.

This grace is like mountains and seas, beyond words.

Moments later, he slowly stands upright.

His gaze pierces through the void, looking at the distant sky where Demonic Qi surges.

The preparations to be made are complete.

The cards to hold are already in hand.

Next.

It’s time to settle accounts at the Demon God Valley.

...

Simultaneously.

The plains outside the City of Chaos are suffused with murderous intent.

As far as the eye can see, silent and orderly military formations are arranged.

Ghost Race, Angel Race, Blood Clan, Dragon Clan...

The Hundred Clans stand tall!

At the forefront of the allied army, on a temporarily constructed command platform, each clan leader stands solemnly.

Zane Drake stands at the front of the platform, his posture tall and fierce as a spear, the dark cloak unmoving in the chilling wind.

His gaze calmly sweeps over the endless array of troops below, finally resting beside him.

Elara Crimson stands next to him, her snow-white Fox Tail tightly tucked behind her, the tip uncontrollably trembling.

Her hands clasped in front of her, fingertips turned white from the pressure.

Her face is a pale shade.

Deep in her eyes, tension fills the void.

As the unanimously elected overall coordinator and tactical execution officer of the allied forces.

Her brain is processing an immense amount of information at an unprecedented Speed.

The composition, strengths, and weaknesses of each tribe’s forces, logistics supply lines, pre-set battlefield terrain, calculated potential Demon Clan defenses...

And countless subtle variables that could impact the battle.

Each decision could signify the loss of thousands upon thousands of lives.

Zane Drake turns his head and catches this scene.

So he takes a deep breath and slowly steps in front of Elara Crimson:

"Elara, look at me."

Upon hearing this, Elara Crimson trembles slightly.

Then she turns her head, meeting Zane Drake’s eyes weathered by time.

"No one else here can bear this, except you."

"Not because of your relationship with Aster Grant, but because you’re Elara Crimson!"

"You are the genius of the Azurefox Clan, the only one who can use your mind to bind the Hundred Clans as one."

"Use your Talent where it rightly belongs."

"Nervous? Fear of error? Then calculate every detail to perfection, calculate until even the Demon God wouldn’t foresee it!"

He pauses, his voice softening:

"We are soldiers, charging into battle, die wrapped in horsehide is our duty."

"And you, are the mind of the command."

"Your every decision is our collective hope."

"Believe in yourself, just as we believe in you."

Elara Crimson takes a deep breath, the icy air rushing into her lungs, slightly calming the drum-like heartbeat in her chest.

She sees unwavering trust in Zane Drake’s eyes, sees the supportive glances of the tribal leaders around her.

Her trembling subsides.

"I understand."

Her voice remains slightly tight but no longer shakes, the flame of rationality in her eyes growing brighter.

"I will do my best."

And just at this moment...

The sky above suddenly cracks open without warning.

As if the sky itself is gently torn open by invisible hands, revealing The Void behind it.

Five figures step out, slowly descending to the center of the command platform.

Leading them is Aster Grant.

Several Beastbond companions stand quietly behind him!

Though their arrival lacks an earth-shattering presence, it drops like a stone onto the calm lake.

In an instant, the entire plain, millions of troops, focused their gazes like drawn to a magnet on the platform!

Tension, anticipation, reverence...

Countless complex emotions converge in their silent gazes.

Zane Drake is the first to step forward, not asking about the process, only the outcome.

As his gaze sweeps over Aster Grant and the five others, warfire ignites in his eyes!

With Aster Grant present, there is hope!

Aster Grant nods to him without exchanging pleasantries.

His gaze sweeps over the various tribal leaders’ expressions on the platform, sweeps over the silent, expectant allied soldiers below.

Finally locking eyes with Elara Crimson’s tense gaze.

He smiles slightly, his smile seeming to possess a unique calming effect.

Easing Elara Crimson’s taut heartstrings inexplicably.

Then, Aster Grant steps forward, moves to the very edge of the platform.

His voice resonating directly in the ears of every living being.

"Everyone."

Just those two words cause the millions of troops to hold their breath.

"I went where I had to, took what was needed."

Aster Grant’s voice is not loud, yet carries a penetrating force through the soul.

"Our blades are sharpened enough."

His gaze slowly sweeps across the scene, as if memorizing every face.

"The Demon Domain lies ahead!"

"What’s inside, we know..."

"Endless darkness, bloodthirsty Demon Beast, the all-devouring Demon God, and our fallen comrade’s unclosed souls."

"Yet we must enter."

Aster Grant’s voice suddenly rises.

"Because if we do not, darkness will spread out!"

"If we do not fight, our children will live under the shadow of Demonic Qi!"

"Without victory, everything we cherish will turn to naught!"

He raises his hand, pointing to the horizon’s end where ominous black air rolls:

"Today, we stand here, united as the Hundred Clans, for only one reason—"

"We must settle the score, one by one, clear it thoroughly!"

"We must reclaim the light that was seized, inch by inch!"

"We must tell those lurking in the abyss—"

Aster Grant’s voice thundered like a divine storm across the plain:

"The beings of this world, their spine unbroken! Blood, not yet cold!"

"Boom——!!"

An indescribable sound wave erupts from the chest of millions of warriors!

It’s not a cheer, but a roar, suppressed too long, pained too long, awaited too long!

It’s burning blood, a death-defying roar!

Dragon Clan’s dragon song, Ghost Race’s sharp scream, Blood Clan’s low growl, Human Race’s warriors’ thunderous shout...

The Hundred Clans’ voices meld together, forming a terrifying sound wave enough to shake the world.

Surging high, scattering the ominous clouds of the sky!

In this deafening roar, Zane Drake steps beside Aster Grant.

He slowly draws the sword at his waist, the blade held high, pointing directly at the Demon Domain!

With all his might, he roars out the final, and only command:

"Allied Warriors——!"

"Where the battle flag points——"

"The direction of the blade——"

"With me——"

"March!!"

"Target——Demon Domain!"

"Depart!"

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