Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 488: Nostalgic

Asqa didn’t expect that she and Clyde would end up spending the entire day—and possibly the night—in Sivagadh. She had assumed this visit would be brief, just long enough for Clyde to check the progress of the expansion and speak with Hammer to make their equipment.

But things had somehow shifted. Between the forge meeting, the unexpected talk with Samuel, and the quiet weight of decisions tjat about to come, so Clyde decided that they were not ready to leave just yet.

Now, the two of them stepped into one of the unclaimed buildings near the outer curve of the forge district.

It was sturdy, clean, and surprisingly familiar. The interior bore the same simple layout and quiet atmosphere as the house they had once stayed in back during the earliest days of the Selection Stage.

Asqa paused in the doorway and looking at the space inside the house. The sparse furniture, the neutral walls, even the faint scent of heat-treated stone in the air all brought memories flooding back.

Clyde dropped onto a nearby sofa with a quiet grunt, running a hand through his hair and face.

"This place really does feel like the old house on our world before," Clyde said.

Asqa gave a small smile as she sat beside him. Then she spoke with soft tone. "Back when we didn’t even know how long we’d last and everything was chaos, and none of us truly trusted each other yet."

Clyde leaned back, one arm resting across the top of the couch. "Yeah. I still remember that you were the quiet one because you always afraid. I didn’t think you’d stay with us back then."

"I didn’t think I would either," Asqa admitted. "But... there was something about how you moved and how you fought. I think I saw something solid in you when everything else was falling apart even from that time. So I stay."

Clyde chuckled under his breath. "That’s ironic. I was barely holding it together that time as well."

"Exactly," she said with a faint smirk. "But you still held it."

They sat in silence for a while, the hum of forge district life muffled by thick walls.

Outside, the sky was still dark. Not much differrent from the place where their mansion located.

Finally, Clyde spoke again. "Things are about to change fast. Samuel’s just the beginning. Others will want power too."

"I think not all of them will be ready for what it costs," Asqa said quietly.

Clyde nodded. "We’ll have to be careful to not reveal anything more."

Asqa leaned her head back against the couch and closed her eyes for a moment. "Let’s just rest. Just for tonight. Like we used to."

A small, tired smile tugged at Clyde’s lips. "Yeah. I agree."

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Hermes had just returned from his meeting with Zeus.

Unlike the others who relied on whispers and secondhand reports, Hermes had insisted on hearing everything directly from the King of the Gods himself.

He wanted clarity and the truth, not filtered through fear or speculation.

What Zeus revealed to him had set his blood on fire again.

The anomaly had finally been located. The one responsible for unraveling balance, corrupting realms, and murdering Celestials... was no longer a ghost hiding in the shadows.

They had a target now. He don’t want to know about the detail but Zeus himself had said that the information was solid and can be trusted. So he not going to doubt it.

As Hermes stepped through the veil into his personal domain, his eyes shimmered with a mix of rage and fierce anticipation.

That cold flame of vengeance long buried beneath layers of caution and fear was now roaring again.

He had once feared that anomaly and his friends He remembered vividly what he and his female friend were capable of. He had witnessed the impossible.

But now? That fear was tempered by something far greater, it was purpose. The fire in his chest no longer wavered. He wanted revenge for everything they had done.

He wanted the anomaly’s head.

Without wasting a moment, Hermes called out to his nearest aide.

"Summon the Legion Captains. I want every Division Commander present. Now!"

The command surged across his realm like lightning. From the war platforms in the sky, from the steel-barracks embedded in the cliffs, and from the warships coasting through cloud-laced rivers. They all answered.

Within minutes, the chamber of Hermes’s palace was filled with armored figures. Each one had carved their place into Hermes’s war machine after they gone through painful events.

They stood in a wide arc before their mastr, the room silent except for the crackling of magic torches lining the walls.

Hermes stood at the highest tier of the chamber, his cloak fluttering as if responding to his pulse. He looked down at them with sharp eyes.

Then his voice cutting through the air.

"The time has come," he declared. "The anomaly’s location has been confirmed."

A ripple passed through the room, tension and disbelief mixing with adrenaline.

"Zeus said they are no longer hidden," Hermes continued, stepping forward. "They’re exposed—and that means we finally have a chance to strike. Prepare your divisions. All strike units must be ready to deploy at a moment’s notice."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across each of them, burning with unspoken challenge.

"You all know what this means. We don’t just march to war. We go to end a threat that dares to mock us and dares to challenge Olympus and all the higher realm itself."

No one dared to speak. No one questioned their master’s intention.

"Make your soldiers ready. The next dawn might be the last for the enemy."

Then, in a quieter, darker tone, he added. "This time, we do not return until the anomaly is killed!."

The Legion Captains, seeing their master’s flaring aura and declaration also start to feel bloodlust toward the enemy.

"Yes, your majesty!"

All of them answered in unison and departed back to their legions.

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