Damian gazed at Sir Alex floating above the destruction.
The army was shattered. Corpses littered the sacred ground of the Cradle of First Flames, crimson armor dulled by death, weapons scattered among grass that was already beginning to absorb the blood. Velociraptors that had lost their bindings prowled the periphery, some feeding on the bodies of their former masters, others simply standing in confused freedom. The flying Dinosaurs roared as if they were witnessing all that would unfold below!
But among the many that were dead, not all the Imperators were dead.
Damian could feel them beneath the earth, those Vessel Completion Warriors and Physique Awakening Warriors he had swallowed into the ground but not destroyed. He sent mana into their bodies to ensure something critical!
