In the Wastelands, about dozens of miles away, three cathedral squads with 60 elite fighters were in hot pursuit of a small group. One party fled while the other chased, and before long, they were closing in on Abyss City.

On the city walls, the soldiers on watch immediately noticed the movement.

"It is the Cathedral's forces, hurry and inform the Governor!"

Very soon, Garal arrived at the wall, along with Prescott Ludendorff, a newly sent martial god reinforcement from the Ludendorff family.

Garal was getting on in years and carried himself with steady, weathered authority.

Meanwhile, Prescott was completely different. As the youngest martial god powerhouse in the Ludendorff family and Raiden's son, he exuded confidence and swagger.

Across the Wastelands, a martial god this young could be counted on one hand. As a result, Prescott's personality was the exact opposite of Garal's.

Holding a glass of red wine, Prescott stood casually with his shirt open, dressed in a bold and unco