While Erwin was racking his brains, trying to think of who could be trying to kill him, the final civil war in the Atlas Empire of the south was about to commence.

As the commander-in-chief of the army that had been sent to conquer the west, Aiden seemed to be a little distracted. The absentminded look on his face was in stark contrast to the expressions on the faces of those around him, and it was clear that he was still thinking about Lana's inexplicable disappearance. He simply couldn't fathom how a living, breathing human had just disappeared without a trace like this, particularly a grand magic mentor like Lana.

Larwood, Chase, Byron, and all of the other standout figures of the younger generation beside him were raring to go, itching for the opportunity to make significant contributions on the battlefield. The Atlas Empire and the Skycourt Kingdom had signed a truce agreement, so there weren't going to be many opportunities for them to earn accolades in battle in the future, at least for the next few years. However, there were countless vacant positions for these young men to fill in the wake of the empire's founding, and all of these young nobles saw this battle to conquer Fooz as an opportunity to climb up the ranks. There was no pride to be had in forever living in the shadows of their fathers. Only by earning their own glory on the battlefield could they attain...