Six-Headed Hydra Upper Realm, in the battlefield where the Galaxy Wormhole manifested.
The battlefield surrounding the Galaxy Wormhole seed to have long descended into ruin.
The space around the battlefield looked wounded.
Shattered asteroids pulled from space drifted like broken bones through the darkness, while rivers of molten debris floated amidst collapsed spatial fractures. Countless warships burned in the distance, so split in half while others remained embedded within gigantic beast carcasses. Blood floated everywhere.
There seed to be barely any differentiation between human blood and beast blood. Even the stars seed dimd beneath that suffocating crimson haze.
The stench of death perated the battlefield.
Hundreds of millions had already died in a few days.
Above the main command platform of the Six-Headed Hydra Galaxy coalition army, thousands of formation screens flickered in the air, displaying troop positions, casualty numbers, retreat paths, and unstable region fluctuations.
A middle-aged soldier clad in dark bronze armor knelt before the elevated throne platform.
His armor was stained black-red with blood and ash. One of his pauldrons had been completely shattered, exposing wounds that had yet to heal properly. Despite his exhausted appearance, his expression remained firm as he cupped his fists toward the figure seated above.
"Reporting to the Realm Master."
His voice echoed heavily through the silent command hall.
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