Chapter 224: The SS Division

The SS Division—The Living Weapons of Alberto

A dozen figures emerged, clad in reinforced armor the color of storm clouds, every plate etched with purity sigils, reinforced with arcane suppressors, kinetic absorption plating, and pulse-wave emitters designed to disintegrate magic on contact.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, the biggest of them stepped forward, carrying a hyper-charged shock maul, its crackling head leaving burn marks in the air. His voice was like grinding metal.

"By the will of the Emperor, you die here."

The others snapped into formation, rail rifles rising, targeting systems locking onto Caspian's vitals.

Caspian grinned.

"Funny," he rasped. His voice was different now, laced with something deeper, something wrong—distorted at the edges, like a dozen voices speaking through his throat. His pupils had dilated into black pits. His smile was too wide.

"I was just about to say the same thing."