Chapter 172: The Sovereign's Efficiency
The heavy black iron of the Mana Train gleamed under the midday sun.
We pulled into the central station of the Velkrath capital. The platform was completely overwhelmed.
Thousands of citizens had gathered to witness our return. Orc mechanics covered in soot stood shoulder to shoulder with human merchants and Beastman warriors.
They had felt the apocalyptic shockwaves from the coast. They knew the Holy Empire had come to burn them.
And they knew their Sovereign had utterly crushed the invaders.
I stepped out of the royal car. I did not wear my helmet. My heavily scarred green face and glowing red eyes were completely visible to my people.
The crowd erupted. It was a deafening, unified roar of absolute loyalty. They slammed their fists against their chests, chanting the name of the Forge.
Ramona stepped out right behind me. The ancient Half-Dragon looked at the massive, cheering crowd in pure awe.
