Twenty minutes before the attack on the Plague Faction’s world started…
The City of Atlantis traveled across the wormhole of time and space, traversing a great distance just to reach their destination.
Ethan stood at the balcony of the Royal Palace and stared at the void with a determined expression on his face.
His lovers were all behind him, except for Lily, who was currently staying in the Inner Palace for her own safety.
Perched on the young man’s shoulder, Aion was talking to Ethan through telepathy.
The two of them weren’t the only ones discussing in the telepathic chat as Leviathan and Lady Hecate soon joined their discussion.
“Although this can be considered a surprise attack, we can be certain that we will face great resistance from the Plague Faction,” Leviathan said. “This is the world where they make their last stand, so they will be fighting desperately.”
“They should,” Ethan replied. “After all, I came here to see that desperation.”