Caster Monastery.
Provincial Governor Ullrich paced anxiously, his gaze repeatedly drawn to the Radiant Beacon on the table.
More than forty-two standard hours had passed since he sent the distress call, but the Imperial Legions in the Ash Soil Star Zone had never replied.
It made him deeply suspect that the Loyalist Faction's Imperial Legions had all been wiped out in the great rebellion.
He had originally thought Grand Lord Kles wouldn't make a big fuss attacking the Seventeenth Military Port World, at most dispatching a Hundred-man Knight Order for a show of force.
But to use a Radiant Waymark to directly drop a Thousand-Man Battle Group and a full Infantry Legion... Ullrich sighed, his aged body looking even more weary.
Although Reinhardt's arrival had saved this world, which teetered on the brink amidst a Demon's plot, the Radiant Holy Artifact in his hands had also brought it a cataclysmic disaster.
