Chapter 1606 DeathWatch

Divine help came in the form of Obas. But what were they?

The Obas, like an ant hill, allow the waters to flow down the towering slopes.

It was the Omanian ancestors who thought it was to create channels that led the flowing waters into the nearby streams and lakes.

So everything balanced itself up like the circle of life.

This was why even with the booming heat, water seemed to never run out for these people.

Additionally, their trees might look similar to those in Baymard and other regions, but they were not.

These trees were like their people, Giants. And what's more, the trees could survive for extended periods without much water, as though they were a Cactus in a desert.

So if one day the Obas don't release water to balance things up, these trees would still survive.

Of course since the beginning of time, the Obas have always supplied water without delay... But that might never happen.

Nonetheless, it was still a possibility. It was because of this that many Giants still hoarded water in preparation for the 2nd Dry Season.

Hey... One never knows if this year might be when the Obas refuse to release water.

The people prepared as much water as they could.

What was also impressive was that the sort of foods that grew during this excessively harsh season was only very unique to Omania. One would find them nowhere else in the world except in places with such heat.

Even if Landon wanted to take the seeds and grow them in Baymard, he would have to grow them in controlled environments. And even at that, the field might not be a lot.

So importing them from Omania was a necessary step in the future, though he would also import those that could stay longer at sea.

Anyway, all those matters would be discussed if the treaty got signed with the Soma empire and the other memories in Omania.

Each empire also had different goods, though they still had universal foods that grew within all territories.

The wonders in Omania were too many.

Like why were the giants naturally so tall? Why are their creatures also so big? One can argue it might be the food or the water, but outsiders have eaten enough there but are yet to grow so big.

The truth was far simpler than one could imagine.

Just as there were people born with naturally dark skin or blue skin tones, there were also born with this physique in their DNA.

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Click. Click. Click~

Landon and Lucius handled the final meeting adequately before having everyone scatter back to their respective ships.

Tonight, they'll break apart, and only those heading for Riverre Coastal City will stay in their team.

Oh yes...

This fleet consisted of 15 ships.

Their plan: To take down the Adonis intruders within the entirety of Soma. And their starting point was Riverre Coastal city!

It was just 10 A.M.

The day was still young, and many hours were left before they officially took off.

"We leave at 21 O' hundred (9 P.M.) Arrival time is scheduled for tomorrow at 4:30 A.M... You know what to do... Dismissed!"

The group left the scene alongside the anxious giants.

Payne's eyes were red, thinking he could finally see his homeland again.

They... They made it!

They will soon be home!

Everyone felt emotional, recalling their miraculous journey. Tears threatened to fall down their cheeks, but they sucked them all in.

Artemis placed one hand on Landon's shoulders.

His head was lowered, and his voice shaky. "Thank you, brother."

"Say no more thanks. Since you take yourself as my brother, then accept my help. This is what brothers should do."

Artemis showed a genuine smile when staring at Landon's honest eyes. "It's good..."

The duo smiled tactfully, walking away with Artemis' hand over his shoulder.

Enough mushy talk.

Now, it was time to drive the intruders out!!

Soma, here they come.

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--- The Royal Capital, Yodan Empire, Arcadina.--

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September 13th.

The deathwatch was over.

King-father Maclaine had finally been put to rest. The weather was unpleasant, as foul as the expressions on the faces of many.

On the last day of the dead watch, the many royals, nobles, and people of importance gathered beside the Great River. Monarchs from the many Pyno empires had also sent their representatives if they couldn't attend.

Dark clouds, constant splattering.

It was raining hard in the Capital city, and everyone wore black or dark brown colors. During this period, no one was two wear anything else in color.

The monarch had died 5 months ago. But his body was kept in a special solution to suspend his decaying self.

Don't look down at the ancients. They too had ways of keeping bodies in better conditions, though not as good as Modern science.

When a present or past monarch dies, they aren't put to rest immediately. Forces from all over the many empires have to come in to pay their respect.

Royals had to go out in a grand style unless they were unpopular. And for monarchs who have their empires colonized and die mid-battle, they won't be getting such privileges. After all, which enemy would go all out in burying an enemy in grand style?

Sirius pulled back his flaming arrow, plunging it into the floating burial sight.

His father, the former monarch of Yodan, was now resting in the flaming raft, burning into the distance.

What surprised him the most was that Mother Winnie agreed to show up, as well as her new husband.

Sirius felt it was ironic. His father had kicked her out with her 2 children to Baymard ages ago.

During these years, his father had secretly visited Baymard, wanting to see Winnie without her knowing it.

His arrogant father had changed during this time. And even he couldn't tell what emotions went through that mind of his. His father would sit and stare out into the open, signing heavily when reading Baymard's newspapers.

Regret? Remorse? Unfinished business?

He had never reached out to Winnie. His pride could never allow him to do so.

Sirius didn't feel he loved Winnie but only wanted to say sorry. Maybe the man began to sense his time drawing near because from the way he was assassinated, he showed no struggle as though expecting it.

Maclaibe's bodiless head showed no shocking signs or dilated pupils upon death. His eyes told of a man who knew someone was plotting against him but did nothing to stop it.

Hard rain spat down on Sirius, watching the flaming fact float further away.

'I wanted to let you all live well, considering how much my father favors you. But since you dared to raise a hand, I don't have to be accommodated anymore.'

Sirius' eyes flashed toward the former Queen Ivy, Queen Sera, and his so-called distant Cousin from Tenola.

Many people wanted his throne!