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Chapter 1480: Bugle Horn for the End of War

It wasn’t only the Speedster’s crew that saw it. Everyone on the dock had seen it.

The harbor went terrifyingly quiet.

If those ships hadn’t been flying the Graycastle flag — if the people aboard hadn’t been leaning over railings to wave — the dock would have emptied in seconds, and the running would not have been dignified. Ghost ships in the legends appeared in distant fog, in the dark, in conditions that allowed for doubt. Not like this: in full daylight, within shouting distance, in front of a hundred witnesses.

More than half an hour passed before the door finally closed. What remained was the departing silhouette of the fleet dissolving into the open sea.

Without having seen it themselves, no one would have believed it possible.

“Alright, back to work!”

“Boss, what was—”

“His Majesty’s secret fleet. You’d do well to know as little about it as possible.”

After persuading his crew of this, White pressed two fingers to his temple and wiped away the small beads of sweat that had gathered there.

He would rein himself in from now on. He had promised himself this before, after other similar incidents, and had not quite followed through. But something about this felt final — a confirmation of what he had only half-believed. The King of Graycastle had changed the world in ways the world itself had not yet noticed. The world White knew from childhood was already a different place from the one he was standing in.


With Sky Lord’s cooperation, Graycastle moved its forces across the continent at a pace that seemed impossible.

In one week they transported more than a hundred thousand people from one end of the continent to the other — twenty thousand of them regular corps, accompanied by armaments and provisions calculated to last a month.

It was not a simple thing. To drive the Distortion Door at full efficiency, Iron Axe had personally traveled to Neverwinter to coordinate the preparatory work. The Kun Peng was reconfigured as a transport vessel and, together with Agatha, brought Red Mist forward to the storage towers in Everwinter and the Kingdom of Wolfheart — towers that had been constructed but never destroyed.

Simultaneously, to keep Hackzord’s magic power supplied, Spear, Leaf, and several others essentially accompanied him without pause, leaving him no room to rest. He opened Distortion Doors continuously, and the Administrative Office’s execution made the impossible possible: an entire army crossing a continent in days rather than months.

The soldiers of the First Army — most of them deeply unsettled at traveling with both Sky Lord and the demons — were held steady by Iron Axe’s presence. What could have become questions became cautious acceptance, and the acceptance eventually became an informal rumor that spread among the troops: the demons had surrendered to the King of Graycastle and pledged their loyalty.

Hackzord, who heard this characterization in advance, chose to say nothing. He kept every rejoinder to himself. Let them believe what they liked.


The nineteenth day of Roland’s unconsciousness.

The front lines were ready.

In the General Staff chamber, every senior officer was gathered for the final round of war games.

“First, Lightning will launch a signal flare above the target to guide Lady Eleanor. The floating island will then open a path and enter from the west.” Edith advanced the model representing the floating island across the map. “This stage takes approximately three days. Given the floating island’s mass, discovery by the Sky-sea Realm is inevitable.”

“Even so, they have no effective way to stop it.” Hackzord spoke with certainty. “The Deity of Gods was originally engineered to deal with the Sky-sea Realm’s strongholds. This island is somewhat smaller, but it remains a Deity of Gods at its core. As long as it does not take a sea approach, the enemy can only watch from the water. Whatever acid the Nest Mothers spray will leave a few black marks on the rock, at most.”

“During that approach, enemy pressure on us remains limited. The Aerial Knights’ primary task is to suppress and, with the Bottomless Land as the center point, sweep out an isolation corridor.” Ferlin Eltek laid a ruler across the center of the map. “Your Highness Tilly — this will fall to you.”

Tilly nodded.

“When enemy attention locks onto the floating island, the First Army will come through from the north and push south. The objective is to eliminate remaining enemy forces and secure the Bottomless Land’s periphery — creating an opportunity for Her Majesty Anna to locate the entrance to the Divine Domain.” Pearl of the Northern Region paused. “According to Joan’s account, there is a being on the island called a Guardian. She may be able to open a pathway in the real world that connects to the Realm of Mind.”

“I’ve already told you — I killed the Guardian,” Hackzord said.

“That you did. But after comparing multiple sources, we believe she does not die so easily.” Edith spoke without any particular inflection. “What you encountered was an evolved demon; what Joan saw was a human woman. Either the Guardian is an illusion or there are many of them. Given that the island appears uninhabited and she is evidently still there after several thousand years, she is clearly something extraordinary.”

“But…” Wendy’s voice was careful. “Will this person truly lead us into God’s domain?”

Silence took the room.

The entire second half of the plan had no reliable information beneath it. Whether an entrance to the Divine Domain existed at all was not confirmed. Nightingale had replayed for everyone what Roland had seen in the Dream World, and that was their only thread. Even Anna admitted the content was too abstruse to interpret clearly.

What could be confirmed was only this: the Guardian would open a path to heaven for the victorious race bearing a complete legacy. What would happen with Roland outside the Guardian’s receiving range was still unknown.

“We will never have an answer if we don’t try,” Anna said.

The room’s tension relaxed — slightly, but visibly. Something in her voice gave weight to the floor beneath people’s feet.

“I must warn you, humans.” Silent Disaster cut through the quiet. “This battle will be unlike anything you have fought before. It will not develop in stages. Once you make contact with the Sky-sea Realm, everything will happen at once. Time is the only thing that matters.”

“Meaning it’s impossible to establish a camp and search the island at leisure?” Edith asked, eyes narrowed.

“Trust her,” Hackzord said. “Serakkas has spent most of the last hundred years fighting the Sky-sea Realm. She understands the enemy better than anyone in this room.”

“Are there really that many of them?” Ferlin asked quietly.

“More than you can picture.” Sky Lord’s voice carried something unusual in it — a seriousness without any trace of performance. “When they swarm, the sea turns black to the horizon. If the Blackstone region falls to the Sky-sea Realm, there will be no barrier between them and the Bottomless Land. Holding the island on your own timeline, waiting for reinforcements — it cannot be done. Without continuous support, surviving longer is all that’s possible.”

“We have no intention of staying there long.” Anna stepped forward and closed the argument. “The floating island draws their fire and provides cover. The First Army pushes through the Distortion Door and secures the Bottomless Land quickly. Simultaneously, we find the Guardian. What happens after depends on how the enemy responds. Is that the plan?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Pearl of the Northern Region pressed a hand to her chest.

“Then we move in two days.” Anna’s voice was final. “Whatever it takes — Roland must reach the Bottomless Land. That is the only way to end the Battle of Divine Will.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty!” The room answered as one.

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