Ruins Beneath a Grey Sky
Leon faintly smiled and said, "Let's go…"
His voice was calm, almost gentle — as though they were heading toward a stroll rather than a battlefield.
This time, the Seven Division had dispatched a large number of students, each led personally by their Division Masters. Sword lights streaked across the sky like shooting stars tearing through dawn.
As for Amethyst Summit Division—
Only two figures rose from its peak.
Yet somehow, it did not feel small.
The entire Amethyst Summit Division was mobilized. Though there were only two of them, the word all still carried weight. It was complete. It was enough.
Across the Eastern territories, Powerful Sects and immortal Acedmies had all mobilized to eliminate the vicious beasts. The gathering felt less like a rescue and more like an impending collision of forces — pride, ambition, power, and blood all converging upon the same battlefield.
Leon casually drew a sword and said softly, "Let's go…"
