I wasn't a fool.
I knew that poking the bear known as Ferraclysm would result in them taking heavy action against me directly. And what better timing to attack than when I was in the Southern continent, away from my guild and powerless?
Ferraclysm did have the right to be arrogant after all. In terms of overall strength, they were stronger than Ouroboros. Their guild had centuries of accumulated power, resources, and expertise. Maxwell von Pontes himself was a mid Immortal-ranker with decades of combat experience, while I was merely a high Ascendant-ranker who had achieved my position through political maneuvering rather than raw strength.
There was no way I should be able to win this battle.
Unfortunately, this battle was never meant to be fair.
