Post-Apocalyptic Dispatch Society
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!
Fornol Sunflower
The Empress watched her palm revert back to normal as she felt exhausted, panting as she bowed before Yulna, "God Mother, that's the end of my demonstration. There's still a lot of my power left to unlock that I can only access once I grow stronger."
"That's good. Tell me in detail every time you unlock a new facet of your power." Yulna said before gazing at the royal guard, asking, "So, who wants to go next?"
"Me!" The head of the royal guard raised his hand, enamoured by the power the Empress had displayed. He was no longer reeling in fear as his mind was fully occupied by greed.
He would definitely kill to get his hands on this power. That was why he was ready to respond the fastest.
Moreover, as the head of the royal guard, his authority caused the other royal guards to hesitate in jumping the order when everyone knew that they were all going to obtain this power.