The North. The New Continent.
The moment that Demigod-tier screech echoed across the world, Orion knew the heavyweights of the swarm had slipped past the vanguard. He had no choice but to make the trip personally.
It was a surreal sensation. Marching from south to north, crossing the very territories he had once conquered in blood, before cresting a colossal mountain range and stepping onto entirely alien soil.
Here, Orion witnessed a veritable ocean of insectoids. They blotted out the earth and sky, pouring over the mountains and roaring as they surged southward. Yet, none of these creatures were Orion's true enemies; they weren't even worthy of his attention. The only target locked in Orion's sights was the Demigod powerhouse in the distance—the entity that had sensed his aura and was rapidly closing the gap.
"Your Grace, this is the homeland of my people. I ask that you do not cross the border."
