A wise man submits to the tide of history!
With God Mountain taking control of the Eura Continent, that world would actually be better off!
He was merely going along with the inevitable—after all, the era was always moving forward!
Sazin comforted himself inwardly.
"Advance!"
General Zuurul gave the order.
In the next instant, the army surged into the spatial rift like a silver flood.
Clad in the holy light battle armor bestowed by God Mountain, Sazin's heart pounded with uncontrollable excitement.
General Zuurul had promised him—once Eura Continent was taken, Sazin would be transferred into the Holy Army!
By then, with his quasi–God General rank, he could at least secure a commander's post!
Unable to wait any longer, he eagerly stepped into the rift.
"Eura Continent… I'm back!"
The moment he emerged from the spatial rift, Sazin felt the familiar aura of the world. A powerful surge of emotion welled up inside him, as if he were returning home in glory.
