Portalia, Draco's continent, Valenstein Empire.
The empire that Draco had left behind was officially the strongest to ever exist; with the six continents connected, it was now but an easy feat to directly travel to the Central Continent. Gone were the days where one had to become a lord and leave the prison realm to travel there.
But this did not mean that a new Transcended was excused from entering the prison realm; this hellish quest is still standing to this day, and it was not going to be removed any time soon, not in a good few years at least.
Day by day, Portalia was forced to believe that Draco was some kind of unimageable being, as the achievements and traces he left behind were far too strong for them to even think of controlling.
The six continents he conquered, the race he created and the empire he formed, all went to become forces on par with the strongest lineage of the beastmen.
The beastmen were no longer the strongest race; the gomen were. After all, how could a race that had superiority over all other races compare to one that held all of its separate strong points in one body?
The beastmen had their aura, their bloodlines, their connection to the mythical beasts of old, their special traits... The Gomen had all of this and more. How can they still compare?
Thus, it was the only choice they had to recognize them. The Gomen already had multiple origin emperors, and there were many of them, not just one.
No one understood how Draco managed to find such a race and how he achieved what he did with them; however, nothing connected to Draco was ever normal.
Within these 25 years, many new things were discovered by the people. It was an era of rapid progression and exploration.
"Now, now, why the violent reaction? I advise you not to do anything dumb and risk the destruction of your entire kingdom. We came here with kind intentions.
As you can see, there are only 4 of us; however, you can trust me that we are more than enough to send you to hell and back." The aura of the leader seeped out slowly, but the sharks sweated cold buckets as they retrieved their weapons and stood calmly.
"Very well, we shall inform the king of your arrival." As these words were spoken, a single guard traversed the distance to the towered castle at unfathomable speed, yet it was like a snail's in the eyes of the gomen.
It didn't take long for the guard to come back and politely welcome the team inside.
"You may enter; the king wants to meet the esteemed guests from the surface." The guard said, standing on the side and pointing towards the castle with both of his hands.
When the team heard this, they moved together, one next to the other, with both guards on their sides leading the way.
They walked above all kinds of homes in styles they had never seen before—dome shaped buildings, pointy buildings—all kinds of shapes were there to form homes for the various races under these seas; there were even fishmen living inside huge fishes. Overall, it was a nice view for the team of Gomen.
What they liked most about what they had to do was the various beautiful scenes they could perceive as they fulfilled the task their benefactor gave them.
And after a few lengthy minutes of traversing, the team entered the grand Oceanus Castle.
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