CHAPTER 545
On a beast planet that had been terraformed to such an extent that it had become completely liveable, orange flags and banners could be seen hanging from structures throughout the settlement.
Each one bore the same emblem—
A fist wreathed in flames.
The planet no longer looked like a world belonging to beasts.
It looked like a human civilization.
Humans dressed in orange attire moved through the streets, chatting amongst themselves and going about their daily work.
Not everyone wore orange from head to toe, however.
Some only had a piece of orange clothing covering their heads.
Others wore orange bands around their arms.
Yet the color was everywhere.
A symbol.
A representation of the family that ruled this planet.
At the extreme far end of the world stood a colossal structure, its enormous frame backed directly against an active volcano.
Lava constantly spewed from its peak, flowing down the mountainside in glowing streams.
