After three years — the southeastern border of Mid Sector No. 101
Silence
Hedrick placed his hands firmly behind his back, lifting his head high with a proud, unshaken posture.
For the first time ever, he appeared publicly with his white hair tied neatly behind his head, revealing a hardened, unyielding face and a pair of crimson eyes that shimmered like polished ruby gemstones.
His mere presence was enough to send a chilling wave through the hearts of all who beheld him; despite wearing no armor whatsoever, his physique radiated the impression of an immovable fortress—an unbreakable wall no force could hope to cross.
And before him?
Hundreds of thousands of warships encircled him in a massive bow-shaped formation, positioning Hedrick precisely at the very center.
