It didn't take long for the world to hear the news and realize what had happened.
As a result, all major factions began moving accordingly.
To the Empire, it was the birth of a miracle.
To the Ultras... it was a curse unleashed upon them.
A curse of Abraham Starlight's caliber.
Frey entered the war with one thousand elite warriors. In the end, only seven remained .. including him.
Yet those one thousand managed to obliterate the entire vanguard force of the Ultras—more than 30,000 soldiers, along with 10,000 nightmare beasts.
And if one counted the earlier losses at the Bay of Shizclar...
The Ultras had already lost over 50,000 troops.
An enormous loss. A catastrophic blow.
And so, all the major figures of the Ultras gathered in a single place.
Inside a grand chamber built for kings, the true ruling power of the Ultras held a summit unlike any before.
At the center stood Mergo, Lord of the Dark Hive, commanding everyone's attention.
