In Ehyut, current time.
At the moment, the capital palace of Ehyut was surrounded by hundreds of faceless creatures.
The capital lay broken and tattered.
The palace ruined.
Burning.
A Tier 5 Tomb Raider stumbled out of a broken building, muscles rippling across his entire body. His body, more durable than all natural metals in the entire world, rippled with power.
He tilted his head, smiled and walked forward.
As he walked, his face began transforming—it soon became completely featureless.
Thousands upon thousands of similarly strong beings surrounded the capital.
In the throne room, a person gulped down a bottle of strong liquor. He had a book in his hand, seemingly deeply immersed in reading it. Meanwhile, three corpses laid scattered around him—having each been smashed to death in some bizzare way.
A young man trembled in front of him, kneeling.
