A wind carrying the smell of rust swept across the battlefield, stirring ripples in puddles of blood large and small.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense.
Whether it was Lady Aimo, the representative of the Merchant Family, or the envoy of Grandmaster Wizard Anatol.
These high and mighty figures, who held the fate of countless worlds in their hands, had never imagined that someone would dare to publicly refuse their invitations, much less have the audacity to so brazenly disrespect their Lords.
Before the Great Rebellion, they wouldn't have dared to do anything to Reinhardt. At most, they would have submitted a diplomatic note in an attempt to save some face.
But the Empire had long since fallen apart, and the last time a decree from the Radiant Holy City had reached the Ash Soil Star Zone was twelve years ago.
Today, the Ash Soil Star Zone was a tangled web of local factions.
