The southwestern skies of the Sagittarius Continent were eerily silent as massive war fleets bearing the insignia of the Mythical Coalition drifted through the gray heavens like floating fortresses.
Their dark hulls cut through layers of lingering death mist while countless scanning arrays swept the barren lands below. However, despite the grand momentum of the vanguard, the one who should have been carrying out reconnaissance was not focused on the wasteland at all.
Inside one of the isolated observation chambers of the lead flagship, the Myth of Black Archer stood silently before a large projection of the continent. His black hood covered most of his face, and his aura remained cold, withdrawn, and sharp like an arrow hidden in the dark.
No one dared disturb or question him, and no one knew that the real Myth of Black Archer had already vanished from existence. Jacob calmly looked at the projection, but his attention was elsewhere.
