Charon was a genius Lockbreaker. Even when he had been Lu Yin’s classmate in the Astral Combat Academy, Charon had already been a one star Perceptive Intermediate Lockbreaker. Unfortunately, because of his time in Ironblood Weave, his reputation had never had a chance to spread.

"Brother Linley, are we really leaving? This is Ironblood Weave," Charon bitterly protested. Compared to his time as a student, he had greatly matured.

Linley's eyes flickered, but they remained bleak. "Let's go. Don’t think about it too much, and just follow our orders."

Charon sighed. "Why are we leaving? I can already smell the disgusting stench of those beasts! As soon as we’re gone, what will happen to the ordinary humans living outside this weave?"

"Don't worry about it. I asked, and the Hall of Honor’s already prepared something. Those people will be fine," Linley replied.

Charon laughed hoarsely. "It looks like an agreement was reached. This is bullshit! We risked our lives on this battlefield, and where were those decision makers then? Did they say anything to us before reaching an agreement?"

Linley stared off into the distance. Charon was not the only one to have such thoughts, as everyone who had fought at Brokenblade Fort held similar confusion; why were they leaving? This was Ironblood Weave! When they were gone, who would protect the Outerverse?

The people stationed in Ironblood Weave were rather ignorant of the rest...