Before the world gate—
Murderous intent condensed into a storm visible to the naked eye, tearing at the surrounding chaotic energy and releasing a shrill, grating howl.
Three hundred and twenty million Border Garrison soldiers stood in silence within the radiance, like statues cast from metal.
At the very front of the formation were seven figures, massive as mountains.
Leading them was the Nightingale War God.
He wore heavy, deep-violet armor. The patterns upon it seemed alive—slowly flowing, devouring the chaotic energy around him. As one of the deputy commanders of the Border Garrison legions, he was a publicly acknowledged quasi–Empyrean Sanctum powerhouse.
Behind him stood three peak true Sage Masters, their divine power surging as if they were about to take that final step forward, as well as eleven Sage Masters whose auras were unfathomably deep.
In his hand was a supreme World Relic named the Boundary Arbiter.
