In the Wind Shadows, Kawa Zang stared in amazent at the flood of reports pouring in from all directions.
Initially, only the top factions had taken action against the Burning Legion, but the
montum had grown into a wildfire.
Even smaller forces were now joining the fray.
Discussions centered on which forces had resisted the Burning Legion the longest or annihilated the largest numbers of their armies.
To many, this resistance had beco a badge of honor.
Kawa Zang knew there was only one figure behind this phenonon: Owen.
Clearly, this was part of Owen's strategy.
On one hand, he had widely disseminated the news about the impending activation of the Ti Array. On the other, he had deliberately created heroic archetypes.
Those who opposed the Burning Legion were praised and glorified, with their deeds magnified by Owen's propaganda machine.
He had even introduced a rit Ranking Board.
The more mbers of the Burning Legion soone killed, the higher their rank-and the top 10,000 would receive lavish rewards.
For fa, for profit, and to emulate the actions of the top-tier factions, countless groups had thrown themselves into this grand conflict.
This spectacle, orchestrated from behind the scenes by Owen, had begun!
Kawa Zang couldn't help but marvel.
The landscape of Pure Land was undergoing a seismic shift, thanks to Owen's masterful maneuvering.
Owen wasn't just a powerful mage with unparalleled talent-his strategic acun was terrifyingly mature.
And to think, he had only recently set foot in Pure Land, yet he was already stirring up storms. Kawa Zang lifted his gaze to the heavens.
While Loki and The Celestial were formidable, at this mont, Owen felt even more fearso.
They had undoubtedly underestimated him.
...
On the Mountain Peak
As the pillar of light from the Ti Array grew ever more radiant, Leslie's expression turned slightly more serious.
In the beam, she seed to glimpse the flow of ti, the shifting of galaxies—a vision of the very fabric of spaceti made manifest.
The others present also gazed intently at the sight within the pillar, holding their breaths as if beholding sothing extraordinary.
Within the light, Order of Ti & Space Runes began to erge, shimring faintly between the real and the illusory.
These runes, ancient and renowned, were said to have been forged by a long-forgotten god who had mastered spaceti, pushing the power of Order to its zenith.
It was through this Order of Ti & Space that temporal anchors had been established across different tilines, preserving them from collapse.
Without this god's intervention, the repeated campaigns against The Celestial would have been impossible.
Now, these sa runes were vital to summoning the ancient gods scattered across the dinsions.
Under the watchful eyes of those gathered, the spaceti runes solidified, and blurry silhouettes began to materialize within the array.
"So these are the remnants of that ancient god's mastery of spaceti. The results speak for themselves!" said Jenny, the forr lord of the Celestial God Palace, with admiration.
Spaceti, the oldest and most mysterious of all Orders, was sothing almost no one could fully comprehend.
"While the anchors are taking shape, there's no guarantee these beings will fully descend," Ysera remarked, shaking her head.
As Loki's daughter, she had long been familiar with these matters.
"Why is that?" Jenny asked, puzzled.
"Owen is summoning a vast number of ancient gods. For them to respond to the call and fully
manifest here requires imnse energy and ti," Ysera explained.
"And if they do descend, how long will it take?" Owen inquired.
He had anticipated complications with the summoning process but hadn't realized the
magnitude of the challenges.
Ysera studied the flickering silhouettes and said seriously, "About one week."
One week!
Both Jenny and Ferola looked grim.
With the Burning Legion continuing to converge, a week's delay would subject them to relentless and brutal assaults.
Though Owen had rallied the factions of Pure Land to resist, the sheer numbers of the Burning Legion, combined with the arrival of the dark titan Sargeras, spelled dire challenges
ahead.
Sargeras's strength was cataclysmic, capable of devastating entire realms.
Madelyn's expression hardened. Even as the Death's Calamity, she had no confidence in facing Sargeras directly.
Seeing her concern, Owen gently patted her shoulder.
"What's the status of the surrounding regions?" he asked.
Madelyn collected herself and replied, "Brother, the situation currently favors us. Most factions in Pure Land have mobilized to intercept the Burning Legion. The majority of their
forces have been held at bay."
"However, so elite units of the Burning Legion have breached the defenses and entered Erald Dreamscape. These elite forces are exceptionally dangerous. While we've managed to hold them off for now, it's only a matter of ti before our lines falter."
"Brother, shall we proceed with the second phase of the plan?"
She looked at Owen expectantly.
Owen nodded. "Do it. It's ti to show Pure Land the might of the Azure Kingdom!"
While targeting the Burning Legion, Owen aid to bolster the influence of his kingdom. The destruction of these mindless monsters would significantly enhance the Azure Kingdom's
reputation.
Madelyn clenched her fists with determination. "Don't worry, Brother. This ti, the forces of the Azure Kingdom will not disappoint you!"
She quickly began issuing orders. With ti running out, imdiate action was imperative. As Madelyn worked thodically, Ysera glanced at Owen with a faint smile.
"Do you truly believe your Azure Kingdom can withstand the Burning Legion? I must warn you-this is exceedingly dangerous."
"Though most of the Burning Legion are mindless beasts driven by instinct, those that have breached the lines are intelligent and terrifyingly powerful," she added.
Owen acknowledged the truth in her words but remained unwavering in his faith in the Azure
Kingdom.
"Just Wait. Ti will provide the answer," he replied with a calm deanor, sharing a
knowing look with Leslie.
Ysera shrugged lightly. "I hope you can surprise ."
...
In Pure Land, the conflict with the Burning Legion reached a fever pitch. The land was littered with battlefields, and while many suffered heavy losses, the Burning Legion faced
significant resistance.
The once-invincible legion was now bogged down in countless skirmishes.
As the battle raged on, rumors about Erald Dreamscape and Owen spread like wildfire.
"What is Owen thinking, relying on the Azure Kingdom to hold back the Burning Legion?"
"The Azure Kingdom is nothing but a joke. How could they possibly compare to the Burning
Legion?"
Owen's fa notwithstanding, skepticism about the Azure Kingdom's strength abounded.
...
Yet within the Azure Kingdom, Owen's command had ignited a fervor.
For years, many factions had lacked opportunities to prove themselves. Now, with their
emperor placing such importance on this mont, they were determined to seize it.
The Shadow Clan moved like phantoms in the dark, striking fear into their foes.
The Moss Giants roared in unison, forming an impenetrable wall of steel.
All across the kingdom, forces mobilized with fiery resolve, ready to face the oncoming
storm.
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