Braydon Neal, born as a king, wielded unyielding authority that once grasped could not be relinquished.
The Northern Army heeded only one command: the Northern King Order. No race dared to overstep this boundary.
If Braydon aimed to eliminate a race, he would meticulously plot beyond their territories—whether the demon race, the Divine Beast Alliance, or the divine race.
Ambition sparked in Braydon's eyes.
Having freed himself from Earth and its constraints, no force could suppress him now.
Unshackled, Braydon would illuminate the universe with his own brilliance, using the stars as his stepping stones to ascend the highest celestial throne.
All races would kneel before him, acknowledging him as their king.
The Northern Army's Black Qilin Flag would dominate the lands of countless races.
Wherever his cold sword pointed, tribes would submit.
This was the grand vision Braydon harbored.