After the brief clash between the strongest forces of the Ultras Continent and the Empire, the monumental event finally came to an end as both Maekar and Astaroth exchanged a few words.
With that, war became inevitable. Both sides were now slowly mobilizing their forces—whether it was the Empire or the Ultras, they were both entangled in the intricate calculations of large-scale warfare.
But one thing was certain—whoever struck first would officially ignite the war.
The only question was... who would make the first move?
Time alone would provide the answer.
Both Maekar and Astaroth had already withdrawn their auras. The demon was about to leave... until he suddenly stopped, his gaze locking onto the lunatic soaring toward him.
Mergo and the other Ultras watched the scene unfold, their mouths agape.
"Well, would you look at that?"
Ludwig the Cursed was every bit as insane as the rumors suggested—unshackled by contracts, untethered to the demons.
