"Rebellions in the Second Army?!" Robin's entire body went rigid, his posture turning even more unyielding, his eyes narrowing with a storm of disbelief. "Explain yourself clearly—and spare me no detail."
The Second Army stood as the undisputed pillar of power within the empire. It was unrivaled, feared, and envied alike, for among its ranks had emerged beings of unfathomable scale—the dreaded World Cataclysms. And more of them would inevitably rise so long as the flow of food was sustained.
This was the very nature of the Demons. They were not natives of any world; they were more akin to a plague, a malignant disease that infested planets. Once the infection reached its advanced stage—the birth of a World Catastrophe—it doomed the very planet it inhabited, devouring its essence until both host and plague perished together. Such destruction granted no honor, no cosmic elevation to the Mid-Belt, only ruin and silence.
