The moment the Recruitment Order was issued, the entire city erupted into a frenzy.
The various Inspectors led their men to conscript soldiers from every faction in the main city. Although some factions tried every trick in the book to evade their duty, it was all for naught.
Once the damning label of "traitor to the Human Race" was thrown around, who would dare to refuse?
Under the pressure of this Great Trend, an army was rapidly taking shape!
And today, within the Ninth Inspectorate...
In a courtyard, falling leaves drifted through the air. Beneath a towering ancient tree, a figure in white stood with his hands behind his back, his posture ramrod straight, exuding a mysterious aura.
"Space... Condense!"
The indifferent words rang out, carrying a certain mysterious quality that sent ripples through the void. In an instant, the falling leaves dancing through the air came to a complete stop.
It was as if time itself had frozen...
