"I want the new faces—the ones who rose to prominence during our post-apocalyptic era. They haven’t been featured in the galactic broadcasts yet. They are shadows. We can leave them behind to act as the silent wardens of our territory."
"I had originally intended for them to go with you to gain experience," Legend said, pausing as he ntally reshuffled his deploynt charts. "But I can change the assignnts if that is your wish."
"I’ll need more than just warm bodies. I need a few truly capable individuals to handle any sudden pressure," Hye said, his voice dropping into a demanding tone as he began to list the necessary qualities.
"There must be a balance: at least a few generals who are battle-hardened in conventional warfare, complented by a large group of new, hungry generals. I want people eager to prove themselves, capable of switching between a stubborn defence and a relentless offence at a mont’s notice..."
As he continued to outline the rigorous standards for the "ho guard," the expressions on his friends’ faces beca increasingly unsightly. A heavy gloom seed to settle over Lily, Sara, and Legend.
"You do realise," Lily sighed, her shoulders dropping as she rubbed her temples, "that you just described almost every single na we ticulously prepared to join you on the expedition? You’re stripping the vanguard to pad the walls."
"We had Major as our primary candidate to lead the ho defences, but now you’ve reassigned him to the Hescos mission and want to replace his void with our best rising stars," Sara said, rolling her eyes in exasperation.
Legend remained silent, but the way his jaw tightened conveyed a thousand words of protest that he was too disciplined to speak aloud.
"We have to improvise," Hye countered. He knew he was asking for the impossible at the eleventh hour, but the battlefield had changed the mont that hexagonal weapon fired. "This situation isn’t sothing we asked for, and it certainly isn’t ideal. But we have to go through it together, and we have to do it right."
His words landed with the weight of a mountain, leaving the room in a deep, uncomfortable silence. They all knew he wasn’t the one who had manufactured these dire conditions—the Toranks had seen to that—but the burden of the "right" decision still felt like a chokehold.
They needed to pick the most suitable people for a job that offered no glory, only the heavy responsibility of protecting the cradle of their race.
"How about this," Lily suggested, her eyes moving between Sara, Legend, and the other seated generals. "We can leave the most experienced, senior generals behind to anchor the territory.
We can send only the youngest, most promising officers with Hye to the outer battlefield. There, away from the distractions of the ho front, he can properly assess them and hand-pick the ones most suitable to be nourished into future leaders."
"That won’t do," Hye interrupted sharply, cutting her proposal down before it could gain montum. "The oldest generals—the ones like yourselves—must co with to the outer battlefield."
"We can go later!" Legend spoke up, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic sadness. The thought of being left behind while the true war raged was clearly agonising. "It’s not like this will be your last visit to the front lines, Hye. We can manage the territory now and join the fight once things are stabilised."
"You are missing the fundantal point," Hye said, slowly shaking his head as he stood up, his presence filling the hall. "I need the core power of my kingdom—my most trusted and capable generals—to cross over to the next level of power, and be on equal footing with ancient races and forces.
I managed to upgrade your systems forcibly using a backdoor, but that was just a temporary solution. To compete with the ancient power and overwhelming might of the other top races, we need to keep levelling up in the harshest environnts possible, doing it the old way, the common and known way in the universe."
The room went still.
Everyone noticed the subtle but profound shift in how Hye spoke. He no longer referred to them as a ragtag group of survivors or a fledgling kingdom; he described himself, his generals, and his territory as equal to one of the top races and powers.
Hearing him place them on the sa pedestal as the ancient, cosmic empires left everyone in the room breathless—a mixture of fierce pride and the crushing weight of newfound responsibility.
"Then..."
"We’ll randomly pick the generals left behind," Isac said, stepping in to finalise the logistics before the atmosphere beca too heavy to manage. "I’ll curate the list of nas myself. I’ll ensure that we select at least two of our most capable rising stars—one to accompany Major to the Hescos, and the other to remain here as the ultimate line of defence for the territory."
Isac’s proposal received unanimous approval. With the chain of command settled, the eting shifted toward the elephant in the room—the one topic everyone had been desperately trying to ignore.
"What do you truly think of that weapon?" Hye asked.
The mont the words left his lips, the temperature in the room seed to drop. The faces of his inner circle paled, the bravado of a mont ago replaced by a haunting uncertainty.
"To be honest," Old Gan was the first to speak, his voice rasping with frustration, "I’ve spent the last few days locked in the research departnt with every lead scientist and archivist we have. So far, no one has even the slightest clue what that thing actually is. It defies our current understanding of physics and mana-conductive alloys."
"Hye said it’s similar to a god’s power, but exponentially stronger than anything he’s encountered," Legend added, pausing as he looked down at his hands. "I’ve been racking my brain, but I don’t recall seeing anything like that during the apocalypse, even though we all went through the sa system trials!"
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