State your farewell, stash your resources, and sharpen your blades, for it's the age of apocalypse. Technological worlds, fantasy worlds, mythical worlds, cultivation worlds, etc. all face an apocalypse these days. But this isn't natural. Having suffered in a looping apocalypse for 48 lifetimes, Rhizen establishes an intergalactic force to clean up all apocalyptic worlds, vowing to destroy the ender of everything, the Grade-3 System...Apocalypse! To stand against it were the band of broken heroes, once pitiful souls, but now grouped as vengeful victims, naming themselves… The Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society!
"Xuna?" The Lerni Emperor tried his best to maintain his composure, but his eyes couldn't help but dart towards the broken ceiling from which Xuna and Rhizen had sauntered in.
"What's the situation in the Fornol Empire, Xuna?" A minister took charge to question them. He was the one maintaining the intelligence circle, having personally trained all the spies, including Xuna.
So, even though he hadn't seen her for a decade, he could still recognise her, asking, "What happened to the rest of our spies? Everyone went dark in the past month."
"They have all been captured, interrogated, and killed." Xuna sighed as she said, "I only managed to barely escape, and that's only thanks to him beside me."
The minister looked at Rhizen in response, feeling his heart rate accelerate automatically in the process, for there was an air of power emanating from him.
Of course, even if he just stood plainly, Rhizen's countenance would overwhelm the average person unless he tried to conceal himself.