Planet Nihari — City of Hope
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While a large fleet of warships hovered over the buildings of the City of Hope, reducing them to rubble, six figures exuding powerful auras made their way toward the city's tallest tower. Upon reaching the top floor, they immediately bowed when they saw a familiar face, "We greet His Highness, the Seventh Prince!"
"Generals," the Seventh Prince acknowledged with a nod, his tone indifferent.
Bang!Bang!
"…Your Highness, are there any specific orders from His Majesty, or is there a Marshal under whose command we should operate?" Despite the crashing noises coming from a nearby room, one of the six generals stepped forward and asked directly, without any preamble.
Being high-ranking generals meant nothing in this war, with the presence of the Imperial Guards, 4 Marshals, and His Majesty, Pythor himself! Here, even breathing required permission.
"His Majesty is not in the mood to issue any commands right now."
