Two weeks passed rapidly. Ethan remained inside his private cabin, resting and waiting as the grand layout took shape. The four allied factions had mobilized nearly their entire military strength. Hundreds of massive warships now hovered over the valley, creating an absolutely impenetrable aerial blockade. Every Sect Leader was present on the frontlines, waiting for the supreme Great Ancestors to finish negotiating the final terms of the campaign.
During this time, Ethan had used the last two remaining vials of the Water of the Dead to refine twenty more divine potions, delivery ten of them directly to the high command to further fuel their obsession.
