But as time passed, that smile faded. His eyes sharpened, staring seriously at the sky.
"Now's not the time to think about such things," he muttered, contemplating something.
***
A while ago, on the alliance world market trade island, Lein watched his clone enter the portal.
While Lein's clone entered the portal, far from Lein's island, beyond the borders of the divine sky realm, a breathtaking sight unfolded.
Thousands of warships lined up neatly like a group of predators ready to pounce. The void around them trembled from the energy radiating from each ship, each adorned with unique features and different uniform colors—a clear sign that they came from various competing races.
Upon closer inspection, the ships were filled with hundreds of thousands of soldiers. On every deck, the soldiers stood tall, clad in armor bearing scars from past battles. Some walked steadily with glowing weapons in hand, while others chanted spells with pulses of energy surrounding their bodies.
