The days passed as the forces of the Alliance continued erecting more and more spires across the continents of the Fallen Empyrean World. Each new structure was carefully anchored to a ley line, allowing it to channel immense amounts of energy and gradually expand the Ouroboros Stronghold's influence farther into enemy territory. What had begun as a single foothold established by the Scarlet King was slowly transforming into a vast network capable of challenging the Curse Eaters' authority over the world itself.
Unfortunately, nothing lasted forever.
Cain was personally overseeing the deployment of another series of spires when a meaningful light suddenly appeared in his eyes. His gaze shifted toward the horizon, and immediately a solemn expression formed on his face as he sensed an immense force approaching from the distance.
A long sigh escaped his lips.
"Nothing good lasts forever."
