It had been four months since Aether's army had captured Zone 9.
Since then, they had conquered many other zones, and now, thirty zones stood under Aether's banner.
The battles had been swift and decisive. Although some zones offered some resistance, against the strong forces of Aether, it was meaningless struggle.
Aether's forces had been through many battles, and with each one, they got better. Now, they moved together with such perfect teamwork, it almost felt natural—like they understood each other without speaking.
The wind blew quietly across the battlefield where Leo stood at the front line.
Behind him were nearly 10,000 soldiers, all clad in black uniforms with the Aether crest proudly displayed on their chests. This was the 31st zone Leo had come to take.
Unlike other zones, this one was a combined force of six zones merged together, making their army quite strong. They had around 5,000 soldiers—not a small number, and certainly not weak.
