MIGHT AS WELL BE OP-Chapter 495: Familiar Presences

Within Military Base Alpha-9, news of the fall of Alpha-6 had spread like wildfire, echoing through every corridor and command post.

How could such an event be concealed from the soldiers? The sight of the colossal aircraft and the devastating beams unleashed upon the Warlords had been witnessed by too many, it was simply impossible to suppress.

Moreover, the military had no reason to obscure the truth. If anything, the circulation of such news served as a stark wake-up call to those who had grown complacent in the lull of relative peace.

Voices rose, fueled by anger. Soldiers armed themselves, prepared for the possibility of another war. Though they had never met the soldiers of Military Base Alpha-6, that did not mean they would stand idly by in the face of such a loss.

Troops from Military Base Alpha-9 surged toward the quarters of Alpha-6 soldiers and Logistics personnel, demanding a clearer account of what had transpired.

Members of both the soldiers’ ranks and the Logistics Division found their throats dry, their composure tested, as they faced an unrelenting barrage of questions, each more urgent than the last.

In the wake of rising tension, many soldiers spent their accumulated points to secure additional resources, bracing for the possibility of an unforeseen war.

Potions were purchased in bulk. Armor was forged on-site with urgency. Enchantments and enhancements were applied, and weapons exchanged hands without hesitation.

No one could say for certain if danger was imminent, but still, they prepared. Just in case.

Neither the Warlords nor the Grand Marshals intervened. They observed in silence, allowing events to unfold. After all, the soldiers had broken no rules, they were merely readying themselves for whatever might come.

High above, suspended in the boundless sky, the Primarchs of Reality convened in solemn counsel.

"So, do we await the return of the Supreme Monarch of this base, or do we depart at once?"

Warlord Therionis asked, as his gaze swept over his brothers.

"We should leave immediately,The longer we remain idle, the further we drift from vengeance"

Came the curt response from Warlord Zauren.

His tone was glacial, final. The air around him trembled faintly as his Talent; Destruction stirred, seething just beneath the surface, ready to reduce anything in its path to ruin.

Warlord Kaelrix shook his head, his expression composed as he offered his measured response.

"I believe we should wait"

He said, his voice steady and deliberate.

"We are the highest-ranking authority left from our military base. To abandon the remaining soldiers now would be irresponsible"

He paused, then continued, "Besides, I’m certain the Supreme Monarch of this base will summon us soon. Matters of this magnitude cannot be spoke in mere military reports, such events demand direct counsel and full context"

Warlord Therionis gave a slight nod, signaling his agreement with Kaelrix’s reasoning before speaking in a measured tone.

"I’m inclined to agree. Besides, we cannot leave without the Supreme Monarch’s assistance. Her barrier envelops the entire military base, there’s no way out without her consent. I doubt even Kaelrix could open a portal strong enough to bypass it"

Warlord Kaelrix nodded his head as it was indeed impossible for him to create a portal and forcefully bypassing the barrier.

"We could simply ask that boy, Anthony, to use his Mirror Dimension"

Warlord Zauren remarked, one eyebrow arching as he made the suggestion.

"There’s no need to press the matter, Zauren, It’s two against one. We will venture out, just not yet"

Therionis replied with a sigh.

This was how the Primarchs of Reality resolved differing opinions: through consensus, a form of silent voting rooted in brotherhood.

With the matter now settled, they reached a quiet understanding, once they had answered the Supreme Monarch’s questions, they would depart for carnage and bloodshed.

Upon landing on the island, Zhyravel wasted no time establishing his laboratory. With all his machines and specialized equipment stored neatly within his spatial rings, he effortlessly converted his room into a fully functional lab and immediately immersed himself in his work.

He wasn’t alone in his pursuit. The Grand Marshal Dwarf had joined him, both driven by a shared eagerness to study the enigmatic data they had extracted from Anthony’s aircraft and the mysterious Mirror Dimension.

As for Anthony, the moment the Warlords of Military Base Alpha-9 laid eyes on him, and realized he was the son of their Supreme Monarch, they immediately escorted him to a separate location.

Unlike the other soldiers, he did not stay in the standard barracks. Instead, he was granted a private residence of significantly higher quality, spacious, fortified, and adorned with every comfort the base could offer.

The Warlords’ decision was not born of formality, but of caution.

They all shared the same unspoken fear: if the Supreme Monarch were to return and find her son living among the rank and file, deprived of ’proper accommodations’, she might very well take their heads without a second thought.

Anthony then requested that the Warlords permit his team members to remain by his side, and they had complied without hesitation.

He didn’t need to ponder the reason behind such preferential treatment; it was evident.

He could already surmise that either his father or mother held the title of Supreme Monarch in this military base.

The moment Seraphim, Kingsley, Dale, and Reynold stepped into the residence Anthony currently occupied, Dale immediately dropped to his knees, pleading with Anthony not to abandon the team, despite Reynold’s firm warning against making such a selfish request.

Anthony was at a loss for words. When had he ever said he was leaving the team? Still, to spare Dale from further embarrassing himself, he gave a quiet promise that he wouldn’t go anywhere.

Anthony and his team found themselves deep in discussion about the war. Even Kingsley, typically reserved, occasionally spoke once in a while. After all, they had little else to occupy their time in this unfamiliar land.

Then, without warning, Anthony’s Sense Dome detected two familiar presences faraway.

A faint smile tugged at his lips. He turned to his teammates and spoke calmly.

"I’ll be back in a few minutes"

Without waiting for a response, he vanished from their sight.

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