Hours after the great battle in the heart of the North Sea, forces from all over the Spiritual World were already aware of what had happened in that maritime region.

Of the more than one hundred thousand individuals between levels 80 and 100 who were on the front lines facing the aliens that day, about 45% of them died, fighting directly against the strongest or those who had fled the main battlefield.

The survivors were not left behind in their positions after the aliens dispersed in search of places to settle in this new world they were invading.

As such, the survivors did not remain in the North Sea, each returning to their respective forces to join their people in the war of movement that was about to begin.

Because of these individuals, news of the major deaths and what would happen in this world from now on began to spread rapidly within hours of the deaths of the Gods from both sides in this confrontation.

Among the survivors who returned to their forces was Willow Sista, who arrived at the headquarters of the Black Plain Army now, along with Aarav and the 10th stage specialists.

…

Arriving at that place together, Aarav and Willow set off for the Spatial Kingdom of Minos, carrying Isabella’s body in a high-level urn that could preserve corpses almost perfectly for short periods of time.

When they arrived at the lake house in the Spatial Kingdom of Minos, the two looked at each other and sighed at having to carry out this difficult mission.

But soon, they were in front of the people who would live there during the war.

“Sorry, all we could do was bring her back,” Willow said as she bowed her head in front of the Stuart children.

Abby and Gloria saw the body of their harem sister, the destroyed parts covered, only her face visible.

Isabella appeared to be asleep from a distance. Still, up close, one could see that there was no breathing, let alone the spiritual signs common to higher beings.

Lily saw her mother and collapsed beside the urn, crying desperately while the silence of the surroundings made the moment even more overwhelming.

Gloria took a deep breath and said. “Thank you for bringing her back. In the heat of the moment, we couldn’t be bothered to do anything but run from our enemies.”

“Don’t worry,” Aarav commented. “You have done too much for everyone and risked more than anyone could ask. Now, you must deal with your grief and return to cultivating.

Unfortunately, I can’t tell you to forget the problems we face. You must prepare for the future, especially you, Abby.”

Abby nodded in agreement as she watched Minos’ children trying to comfort poor Lily. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ Novᴇlꜰɪre.nᴇt

“We must give Isabella a proper burial. After that, we’ll lock ourselves away to cultivate in seclusion until at least Callie reaches level 100.” Abby said as the strongest people there, looking at the place where the ice woman was cultivating.

“This is the best we can do.” Gloria agreed before looking at Aarav and asking. “What are you going to do now?”

“I will follow Minos’ plans and protect the Divine Continent. Unfortunately, Henry is dead, but I believe Willow and Vico can take care of the Central Continent.” He answered her.

Willow said. “I will stay in the Black Plain Empire from now on. I’ve already spoken to Vico, and he will take care of the continent’s southern states while I take care of the north.

Minos and Maximillian have left for The Adamant Land, so we’ll have to protect those lands alone for the time being.”

“How many hostile Gods are left?” Sarah asked, feeling that much had been lost today.

“Seven. Two of them are badly injured, so they may be incapacitated for a while. But the other five should be ready to fight in no time. We can expect to see level 100 battles again in a few weeks at the most.

Fortunately, Minos was able to kill the Mechanical Emperor, and the survivors are some of the weakest level 100 enemies that have arrived in our world. This will buy us some time…” Aarav replied.

“So that’s it…” Abby and Gloria looked at each other, feeling that despite their losses and those of the Spiritual World, they had won the first battle.

There wasn’t much to celebrate, but at least they wouldn’t be in total despair right away!

Anyway, Aarav would leave to join the group that would defend the Divine Continent, leaving Willow’s people to take care of the empire.

…

The day after the first battle of the War of the Worlds, Dry City dawned in mourning for the death of Emperor Stuart’s fourth wife.

The main streets and avenues of the city dawned closed while flowers and all manner of popular mourning were strewn on the local sidewalks.

Early in the day, the sidewalks were crowded with well-dressed people, handkerchiefs in hand, waiting for the imperial funeral procession.

There wasn’t much time for mourning and grand farewells, so the local imperial family rushed everything to happen as quickly as possible.

The funeral procession would take place at the very beginning of the day, followed by the burial in the local mausoleum.

Soon, the people in the city center, waiting to see the First Princess of the Flaming Empire and Queen of the Black Plain Empire, saw her procession pass by.

On the imperial hearse were Harold, Oswald, Minos’ wives and their children, but also Isabella’s mother, stepmother, and half-brother.

They all had terrible expressions on their faces as Harold, Oswald, Isabella’s brother Kendrick, and Rowan held her coffin in the middle of the ceremony.

People on the street mourned the loss of this red-haired woman as they watched the procession pass by. In contrast, others were silent, feeling the tragedy that had happened and would likely be repeated very soon.

How many more would not die in the coming days, weeks, or months? The tragic truth was that Isabella was one of the first in a long list of deaths of people important to this city or any other in the world.

Some thought that their bodies would soon be dumped on the battlefield or taken to the cemeteries, and many were silent as they looked at themselves.

But no one disrespected the moment of Isabella’s farewell, and soon, her procession would arrive at the mausoleum of the local heroes.

As the wife of the Emperor of the Black Plain Empire, Isabella would be buried at the highest level of this eternal resting place of the state’s heroes.

Harold felt his heart break as he saw his daughter’s coffin placed in a hole, but he held back his tears, promising himself that he would one day avenge this loss.

He did not blame Minos. One of the strongest Gods in the Mechanic Empire had acted against Isabella. And, after all, she had chosen to fight in that battle.

The culprit for her death was none other than the Mechanic Empire itself!

‘One day, your old man will kill many members of that state, my child. I will bring justice to your name, even if I have to die for it.’ Harold thought as he closed his eyes, ready to do whatever was necessary.