The battlefield still smoked.
Moments earlier, the power of Whu had forced the enemy forces to retreat.
The pressure had lifted.
For the first time in hours—
They could breathe.
Broken streets. Fallen debris. Heavy silence.
Asher stood beside Julia and Julian.
No one spoke.
Until—
Sebastian stepped forward.
Sebastian's Warning
"Do not relax."
His voice was sharp.
Cold.
"This was not their full force."
Everyone looked at him.
"A greater threat is coming. A larger assault. This retreat… was strategic."
He turned toward the city skyline.
"We stay together. No splitting up."
Then his voice hardened.
"Lord's cave… you lowlifes. Was that your idea of war?"
His eyes burned with controlled fury.
"This time, we move as one."
He raised his hand.
"Unite. Prepare to strike."
Elsewhere — Lord's Command
Deep inside the dark cavernous stronghold—
Lord sat on his stone throne.
His presence alone warped the air.
Before him stood Miasma.
Tall.
Composed.
Radiating a silent, poisonous aura.
Lord spoke calmly:
"They are regrouping."
A pause.
"Miasma… observe them."
Miasma bowed slightly.
"At their most difficult moment… enter the battle."
Lord's eyes glowed faintly.
"I trust you, distinguished general."
Miasma's voice was smooth.
"I will not disappoint you."
The City Center
Sebastian led WHU toward the city's core.
Shattered skyscrapers loomed overhead.
Wind funneled through the empty streets.
Asher walked in silence.
Julia's fists remained clenched.
Julian scanned rooftops carefully.
They could feel it—
The tension in the air.
From a distant high structure—
Miasma watched them.
Unseen.
Waiting.
Studying their movements.
Their formation.
Their weaknesses.
A faint toxic mist curled around his fingers.
"Soon…"
The Confrontation
At the heart of the city—
They stopped.
Across the plaza—
Enemy forces gathered.
Dark silhouettes filling the streets.
Behind them—
Sebastian stepped forward.
WHU formed behind him in disciplined lines.
The wind intensified.
Debris lifted from the ground.
Sebastian raised his arm.
His voice thundered across the ruined city:
"Formation Alpha."
Energy signatures ignited across the battlefield.
He lowered his hand.
"Advance."
And once again—
The Great War continued.