The skies above the world of Vael’Terros shimred with different magical energies and colors. No, it wasn’t because Vael’Terros was a beautiful world with a unique atmosphere or sothing like that.
It was because these different energies continued to crack the space barrier around it, forcefully tearing it apart as foreign beings or ships rushed in.
This happened so often that the space barrier of Vael’Terros thinned to the limit, almost as if it no longer existed. This made it easier for the foreigners to enter its boundaries, causing the colorful change in the sky.
Yes, Vael’Terros was the Middle-Level neutral World directly under the Supre World of Balance, and right now, it was being used as a base of the Supre Worlds’ actions.
In the Supre Worlds’ recent announcent, Vael’Terros was the world the rcenary Guild Leaders were told to appear in.
And this was exactly what was happening right now.
There were only two hours left before the given ti ended. Because of that, the rcenary Guild Leaders pouring in had beco more frequent. More than a few were coming at the sa ti now.
More and more warships of different origins ca in. There were also so regularly seen ships pouring in—it seed like more than a few rcenary Guild Leaders were using them.
One look at them, and it was enough to know that these were the ships from the transport company who moved efficiently and made a ton of profit from this ordeal.
Yes, in this ga, they were the true winners.
The rcenary Guild Leaders who were already in Vael’Terros stared at those ships with envious looks on their faces. Clearly, they were jealous.
As more and more ships appeared from every corner of the world, the chaos rose.
"Move! MOVE! We land in one minute!"
A hulking ogre-lord roared, his arms coated in chains of molten iron. His skybarge slamd into the landing tier, scraping across crystallized marble as hundreds of his attendants scrambled behind him.
"There’s no space left!"
Barked a bird-headed commander in iridescent armor.
"Tell them to circle! The fifth convoy is still in line!"
"There IS no line anymore, fool!"
Another snarled.
"Just land wherever you can!"
The central Assembly Plateau groaned as more and more vessels descended. Many didn’t wait to dock.
So leapt, so more capable ones teleported, while others simply crashed.
It didn’t matter if the ships were destroyed, they got here in ti—and that’s the only thing that mattered.
Yes, even though there were still two hours left, these people were that desperate, simply because none of them wanted to anger the Supres.
Of course, not all the Guild Leaders were the sa. So complained,
"We were just given twenty-four hours,"
A knight in golden runes cursed as she removed her helt, sweat dripping down her brow.
"Only twenty-four hours to cross the Chaos Zone and three sealed borders!"
The Outer-Space wasn’t just the open space filled with Universal Energy anyone could travel randomly through. There were different areas with difficult challenges and, of course, the farther these beings ca from, the more such areas they encountered.
"And you still ca,"
Said a gray-robed lich beside her, not bothering with the complaining knight.
"As did I. As did they."
He gestured to the swelling crowd.
"So shut your mouth and stop complaining."
The lich growled, annoyed.
And honestly, the knight couldn’t counter his words. She just walked back and started instructing her subordinates.
Yes, the situation was chaos—World Leaders who would never share a room stood side by side, pressed shoulder to shoulder.
A wolf-headed war chief from the Ten-Star Howl Pact growled at the scenery.
"All the rcenary Leaders in one place. If they want, they could kill us and take over all the rcenaries all over the universe without any issues."
He comnted with a solemn look.
"Heh."
Another leader just laughed,
"As if they would want sothing like this."
The wolf-headed war chief turned toward the one who laughed at his words and narrowed his eyes,
"You talk as if you know what they are thinking."
"No, I talk as if I know where I stand—and this is because I do.
Could this be a trap to get rid of us all? Who knows? Could very well be.
But is there anything you or I can do about it?
No.
There is nothing we could do.
If this is the trap, we have no choice but to accept our fate—because if the Supres want us dead, our death is inevitable."
The man retorted.
"..."
And the wolf-head turned silent.
Those words were harsh, deaning even—but...
Could he say anything against them?
Of course not.
They were the truth. What the Supres were planning did not matter because they had no way to resist them. At the end of the day, they could only lower their heads and do what they were told, even if that ant finding everything there is about buried information and giving results in a ridiculously low amount of ti.
Yes, it was unfair.
The ti given was too short—it was near impossible to complete this task, and yet...
Over fifty thousand leaders had gathered, and more were coming.
So of these leaders brought small entourages, others ca alone.
Every single being here was powerful enough to command armies, influence economies, and burn different worlds if they so wished.
But here?
Here, they waited like children outside a throne room.
"I had to abandon three strongholds mid-siege just to make it here,"
Grumbled a horned tyrant wrapped in bone-laced silk.
"Do they think we can just teleport through the Veins of Zhyrith?"
He complained.
"I did teleport,"
Another being muttered in a smoky voice.
"Used half my world’s remaining power reserves to do so."
"I lost contact with half my council on the way,"
Another glass-skinned monarch muttered with shaking hands.
"I don’t even know if my world still stands."
"All of that—"
A sharp voice cut in,
"—just to stand in this place and wait."
The voice belonged to a pale woman with features like an elf and silver tattoos flowing like rivers across her cheeks.
"They knew we’d drop everything,"
She smiled weakly.
And the other leaders nodded.
They knew—
The summons was not an invitation.
It was an Order.
An order where the penalty for disobedience was... erasure.
"..."
"..."
A heavy silence fell on the place.
But then—
"OUT OF THE DAMN WAY!"
A shout was heard as another massive ship descended from the skies, its jagged hull glowing red with friction as it tore through the clouds.
"Make space! Make space or I’ll land on your fucking heads!"
The man commanding the ship scread.
"Right, more are coming..."
The other leaders laughed. Honestly, they were laughing at their own situation. In the end, they scattered. They didn’t wish to start a conflict here, not in an area commanded by them.
As they moved away, the ship slamd down, cracking the ground beneath it. Crimson mist burst outward from its impact zone, warping the air with residual energy.
"Do you have any idea how long we waited in orbit!?"
A towering Molgarr beast-lord leapt off the deck, horns dripping magma.
"Two damn hours!"
"And whose fault is that, fire-head? You tried to cut the queue!"
Suddenly, another voice was heard.
A sharp-tongued rcenary queen, her blade-arm twitching with annoyance.
"I don’t give a voidborn damn about queues! This whole place is a madhouse!"
The Molgarr growled, nostrils flaring.
"We got the summons less than a cycle ago—we tore through three neutral sectors and five Chaos Zones just to get here in ti!"
"You’re not the only one!"
The rcenary queen retorted.
"My citadel is still burning. I left mid-assault!"
"Mine is..."
Yes, the sa conversation happened again—just that this ti, it was another set of Guild Leaders complaining about stuff.
The other leaders just laughed, and this didn’t go unnoticed by the Molgarr.
"The fuck are you laughing at, huh!?"
"You really wish to do it here?"
The lich looked into his eyes, and after a mont, Molgarr turned silent. Again, no matter how reckless he was, he couldn’t act wild in Supre Worlds’ lands.
In the end, he settled down with the rest of the rcenary guild leaders. For the next two hours, they stood like this.
Yes, the so-called World Leaders who were respected wherever they went weren’t even given a seat and were forced to stand on the ground like commoners with no rights. It was humiliating, and since there was no one to manage these people or address their questions, there were constant complaints as well—but the funny part was that every ti after they complained,
After a short while, these leaders silenced themselves on their own.
That was simply how strong the Supre Worlds’ influence was. Even when they weren’t present, these arrogant people still kept themselves in check.
Ti passed, more and more guild leaders rushed in. As the ti got close, the rush increased as well,
Until finally,
Two hours later, exactly at the ti given by the Supre Worlds,
They appeared.
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