Five thousand domains might sound like a lot, but in the grand scheme of things, it was a mere speck.
To put it into perspective, the Realm of Domain held exactly five hundred thousand sects, each with ten thousand disciples, making the number of people inside truly staggering—five billion souls locked in a month-long war for survival and supremacy. Every sect was constantly engaged in fighting, scouting, or defending—it was simply the way of life here, a brutal rhythm that never paused.
In this vast realm, eight figures soared through the skies together, wings cutting through the mana-dense air with effortless grace. As they flew over shattered battlefields and burning strongholds, Thalion's calm voice broke through the wind, carrying to each of them through their private Nexus link.
"Since I know you all lack patience—I blame His Majesty—I've mapped out the best routes to get us into the action."
