It had been nearly three months since Apocalypse Level 3 began.
Things had finally settled down—at least a little. While the number of monsters attacking each zone had gone up over time, they no longer came in chaotic waves.
The terrifying stampedes were now rare, and the threat had become manageable.
Thanks to a solid command structure created by Victor and Alex, the Aether Empire had spread its forces smartly across all zones.
Everyone had a role. Everyone knew their duty. And for once, it felt like things were under control.
In the heart of Zone 5, inside a grand conference hall, Victor sat on a tall, ornate chair. To his right stood Alex, his most trusted ally and one of the sharpest blade of the empire.
Though many still called him Victor, that name no longer suited him. He was now the Emperor of Aether.
