Half a Day Later — At the Border Between the Central and Southern Regions
Vroommm...
Dozens of warships began to decelerate, their powerful momentum gradually waning until they came to a complete stop.
Pshhhh...
The hatch of the lead flagship at the front of the fleet opened and out stepped the Seventh Prince along with several of his siblings. As they surveyed the scene before them, their faces were filled with astonishment. "What in the world...?"
Pythor's command had been clear and absolute: invade the southern region, claim it, and destroy the space portal. Yet, before even stepping into the southern territory, they were met with a bizarre sight.
Stretching out before them as far as the eye could see were ranks of local soldiers of various races. This wasn't unexpected— they knew the approximate number of combatants in the southern region. What was strange, however, was the spacing. Between each soldier, there was a distance of exactly ten meters!
