Bradley stood above all, fury blazing in his eyes, and in that moment the gaze of countless souls across more than ten Infinite Dimensions worlds locked on him.
"We've been here before!"
"We've conquered before!"
"And we'll rise again, carrying the spirits of our fallen Earth brothers and sisters, and once more conquer every land beneath the sun and moon!"
He was not a true god, but his presence roared with the force of one. The strongest challenger beneath the divine, without question.
"Return my son!"
"You dare desecrate the City of Gods? Are you not afraid of divine wrath striking you down?"
Orson lifted his gaze. The mountains quaked, the skies shook.
From tens of thousands of meters above, a tide of war beasts surged forth.
Buzzing filled the heavens as eighteen massive magic warships arrayed in a single line, projecting a pressure field so overwhelming it warped the very air.
