The wind of death swept across the skies of Azure Star, with gray sorrow and depression spreading unrestrainedly.
David Lyn gazed coldly at the sand table, watching as the lives of citizens and armies were lost one after another. Though the numbers fluctuated, he remained indifferent, meticulously calculating, and dispatching troops to fill the gaps on the frontline.
The ferocity of the frontline couldn't be described merely as a meat grinder. Even raw meat takes time to be shredded and pulverized by blades, but in the waves stirred by the Apostle of Entropy, lasting one more second was a miracle.
Just as Emperor Rudolf, back when he was still the Regent Crown Prince, once told him: Lord Entropy is a natural disaster, a fate, or perhaps even the embodiment of this planet's will.
Humankind cannot resist the will of nature.
