Isiah was utterly reeling from the horrifying realization. A violent turbulence tore through his mind, urging him to shatter his surroundings, slaughter every breathing creature in sight, and plunge the entire realm into absolute chaos.
Ethyl lay slumped across the frozen earth, clutching her crushed chest. She was severely injured and gasping for air, yet she remained silent, acutely aware that Isiah would not shed a single tear if her life ended on the spot.
Isiah began scanning the desolate environment. The territory was far more bleak and tragic than he had initially perceived. Residing on the extreme boundary of Emperium felt less like a life and more like a total rejection of civilization and its modern infrastructure.
He reflected darkly that such a place could only exist if someone had deliberately built it as an absolute dead end.
