A Glorious Thousand

With his personal strength taken care of, Richard focused on the obstructions along his path to Apeiron. The thirteen families of Faust would definitely obstruct him, and even Duke Orleans would do his best to stand out.

With a thought, the image on the table suddenly shifted to the islands surrounding Faust. A group of knights flew out from each of the floating islands, gathering into a sea of steel that stood in his path. Included were many familiar faces; Joseph, Mensa, Orleans, Wennington… it was an army that could set anyone’s hearts pounding in fear.

However, all of that steel melted away, the so-called powerhouses disappearing until only one person stood in his path— Apeiron. Her tall frame and murderous aura… those were the end that would decide everything.

For a moment, he felt like he understood what Apeiron had felt upon her return. Only an epic...