The darkness tore through the towering defensive walls, crashing into the gates and blowing them apart almost instantly. From afar, Rosalia and Agnia signaled for the warriors to move out while the two of them remained behind with the hostages. The flood of warriors surged toward the capital like a living tide.
The warriors from the Ice and Fire Clans wore wide, almost disbelieving smiles. The Fire warriors had already begun to admire Max's strength. No one had truly believed he could pull this off, yet here he was, leading an ambush against two giant empires as if he had been born for it.
Deep down, many of them understood that if he could keep conquering like this, Voidstar would one day rise from a kingdom into an empire of its own. And they, the first men to help build it, would be the ones to benefit most.
