Meanwhile

After the message of the Wretched Lord came through, a certain panic arose in the hearts of everyone made aware of the fact that a break had happened so soon in the barrier, the fact that it had happened without anyone noticing and that at least one minister had infiltrated Amor only made it much worse.

Not having much knowledge of The Scourge, their primary assumptions was that it would either be Cradled Lich overpowering their constructs with her incredible magic prowess or The Condemned breaking through it with sheer force, if it was possible.

It wasn't like they had detailed knowledge of each of the ministers and their powers but they had been confident that only those that had demonstrated to be capable of such feats would be capable of getting through the barrier.

Not only had it been another one, it was Wretched Lord! There was still the possibility that he had been assisted to get through stealthily but they had yet to receive anything that could strengthen this assumption.

There was a highly possible chance that they had simply only seen very surface level powers from Wretched Lord, he had seemed like the weakest of the bunch, strong but not to the point he would overwhelm elite warriors, he had regeneration but it wasn't nearly as busted as that of Undying Prophet, he had just seemed like some sort of humanoid-manticore or chimaera.

This was the logical thing to believe, Motherfucker hadn't looked anything like a wretch at the time too.

Now however, it seemed like there was more going on about him, much more.

Not to mention that he had sounded completely different, everyone that had the slighest thing to do with managing the united lands in this time of crisis had over-analysed every little bit of information about the monsters.

They had devised plans and contraptions against everything they could think of, Amor had the widest range of civilised species living inside of it on the continent, beastmen were the majority with their massive variety, humans, who also had much more diversity and sub-species than one would think when seeing the continent as a whole.

The most common of humans dominated nearly all continents they were upon after all, there were also species such as all sorts of elves, dwarves etcetera...

They had most fields covered by masters of their crafts, soldiers and warriors that could rival any other, they had even risen their own heroes, although unrecognised as such by the system.

They were confident that they could put up a good fight if worst came to pass, but winning the war? No one entertained that idea, though, some of the highest authorities had an idea that may tilt everything in their favor, they knew that hidden away, deep in the yet touched grounds of the continent, there was something of immense power.

A lone castle had been erected on the northern side of Lordlorn, they attempted to lay siege to it multiple times but the untouched grounds seemed hostile to everyone but the solitary man guarding it.

They had managed to damage it but never managed to go beyond, their strongest of the time easily overpowered by the man, his uncommon blade wreathed in blood, he sent a strong force running away in fear, all by himself.

The truth of the calamitous operation was covered up and Amor had given up on the untouched grounds after suffering such a strong loss, the lord of this castle was definitely stronger than any of their heroes, some would even say that it made no doubts that he was the strongest on this continent, at least until the monster queen and her ministers showed up.

It wasn't his overwhelming blade that they sought however, but what could be possibly be guarded in this castle and by the land itself it appeared.

The authorities ruling Amor weren't stupid fools however, they didn't believe they could actually lay siege to it but after their first idea, finding the missing heroine, failed spectacularly, they had no choice but to try and ask this mysterious man for assistance.

They had sent messengers and troops to guard them until they could deliver word and now, they had waited for answer, before it could come however, Wretched Lord had invaded, covering Amor in dungeons, battle towers and flooding everything with ever-coming animals.

The barrier was still holding though, they hadn't been lenient on their main defense but it was only a matter of time until it fell too, with Undying Prophet waiting just outside with god knows what, they needed to buy some more time.

So they did whatever they could to halt the advance of the minister, who was single-handedly putting them in a dire situation.

Their heroes grazed the constructs and the land in an effort to stop him but it never worked, he remained unseen and kept on growing dungeons everywhere he went, on the bright side, they seemed to be somewhat slowing him down sometimes and none of them had perished or even been attacked, Wretched Lord seemed focused on only the camps and defenses, only wanting to bring the barrier and the first lines of defense down.

In the meantime, Sir Solitar had yet to hear of any messengers, although he definitely knew what was going on as Roderman kept feeding him information through an old comunication device.

He certainly found it to be a shame that so many people would perish and also that Amor, which was a great shield to prevent anyone from discovering the crystals, would fall to ruins.

He felt doubtful however, about intervening.

He was no hero, in the nice and most often sense of the term at least.

Superstes was a hero but by the system's standards, which had nothing to do with the one above.

The lanky girl was too obstinate and had grown too focused on her vengeance to care about such heavy losses of life, especially since it was all so distant.

He thought in silence, sitting in the exact same position and place as always.

'I suppose some live training would be good though...' he rubbed his chin, at least where his chin would be under his helm.

She may not be as good as him but that was only natural, he had lived for a long, long time and done nothing but perfect everything about handling his blade, style and everything that came alongside it, this took time and even his assistance wouldn't help her much, even if he was actually a better teacher.

To battle, was to defeat, to kill, to make the opponent submit, only it a real situation would one hone their strengths for real, training was mostly just making sure that one wouldn't die before they would do just that.

Also, Superstes was going for a style that encompassed every single weapon in existence due to Slaughter Lord's Mastery, which was even more arduous than mastering a single weapon and style like Solitar had.

He shook his head as he stood up, looking down at his blade for moment, feeling somewhat sad for her, after all, apart from the first hero, no one had managed to put an apostle of Mov to rest...