Ancient Tears BloodLine - Chapter 902

Chapter 902: Part 1: A sense of normalcy is returning Chapter 902: Part 1: A sense of normalcy is returning From MC’s Perspective: The Following Day, As soon as I awoke and shook off the remnants of sleep, my thoughts immediately turned to the compensation list.

It had been promised to me within a week, and the anticipation was enough to make my eyes gleam with a flicker of excitement.

“They assured me the resources would be provided on time,” I muttered to myself, my mind running through the potential rewards.

“Let’s hope they keep their word.” With that thought lingering, I began my daily routine, letting the morning’s familiar actions ground me.

But even as I went through the motions, my mind was far from settled.

After removing the unnecessary thoughts, I decided to focus on training first.

Elsewhere, the situation across the boundaries had finally started to stabilize.

The leaders of the top forces, relentless in their pursuit, had successfully managed to defeat and eliminate the unknown monsters that had breached their territories.

These monsters, fierce and alien, had posed a significant threat, but their eradication brought a much-needed respite.

Most crucially, the ominous space cracks-portals from which these monsters had emerged-had ceased to appear.

This was a turning point, halting the influx of unknown beasts and providing the Silver Mark Warriors with the opportunity to regain control.

But this victory had not come without sacrifice.

Several Silver Mark Warriors had fallen in the line of duty, their loss a heavy toll on the forces they represented.

In the aftermath, these forces were forced to lay low, mourning their losses while regrouping for what might come next.

The Silver Mark Warriors, highly esteemed and considered irreplaceable assets, would need time to recuperate, as would the forces that depended on them.

In these uncertain times, everyone understood the importance of being prepared; no one knew when or if a similar event might happen again.

Yet, the leaders of the top forces were troubled by more than just their immediate losses.

Ever since the monsters had appeared at their borders, all contact with the forces in the Tier-4 region had been severed.

Now that the situation was stabilizing, re-establishing communication with the Tier-4 forces had become a top priority.

The lack of information from that region was unsettling, and the need to reconnect was urgent.

Because of these developments, hostilities among the top forces in the inner post region had temporarily ceased.

This unexpected truce was a rare moment of peace, allowing everyone to focus on recovery and rebuilding rather than conflict.

Time passed, and two days later, the Silver Mark Warriors began returning to their respective organizations.

They had spent the last 48 hours monitoring the affected areas, ensuring that no new space cracks appeared.

Their return brought with it a collective sigh of relief-this time, it seemed, the crisis was truly over.

Meanwhile, word finally began to trickle in from the Tier-4 region.

The forces there had managed to regain control of their situation as well.

It was thanks to their efforts that the space cracks had stopped appearing, sparing the inner post region from further devastation.

However, the cost had been high.

Unlike the top forces in the inner post region, the Tier-4 forces had suffered heavy casualties.

The loss of so many young warriors left a noticeable gap in their ranks-a gap that would take time and effort to fill.

The young warriors of the Tier-4 region had always held the potential to rise beyond the rank of Gold Mark Warrior, a future filled with promise.

But now, this attack had forced the Tier-4 forces to make a difficult decision.

They would not only need to replenish their ranks but also bolster them.

To do this, they planned to recruit young warriors not just from their own region but from the inner post region as well.

Previously, such recruitment was tightly controlled, with quotas and competition rankings determining who would be chosen.

But this time, the situation was different.

The Tier-4 forces would be seeking new recruits without imposing the usual stringent conditions, casting a wider net than ever before.

It would only be a matter of time before representatives from the Tier-4 region arrived in the inner post region.

For the young warriors here, this presented an unprecedented opportunity-one that could very well change the course of their lives.

The tides were shifting, and with them came new possibilities.

For those ready to seize the moment, the future held limitless potential.

— Lowell Castle: As dusk settled over the sprawling expanse of Lowell Castle, casting long shadows across its ancient stone walls, Lowell McClain finally returned home.

The weight of his recent battles hung heavy on his broad shoulders.

He had spent countless hours guarding the boundary, fending off threats without a moment’s rest, and now, all he craved was a brief respite before facing the next challenge-the impending meeting with the Federation Head.

As Lowell strode into the castle, his presence immediately drew the attention of the servants and maids who were busy with their evening duties.

Their eyes widened in surprise, and then quickly filled with joy as they rushed to greet him, their voices carrying a mix of relief and happiness.

Their master had returned safely-a welcome sight after the days of turmoil.

“Master McClain, welcome back!” they chorused, their faces lighting up with warm smiles.

At that moment, Jonathan, Lowell’s most trusted steward, appeared from the grand hallway.

A man of few words, Jonathan’s sharp eyes scanned his master, noting the exhaustion etched into his features.

Seeing that Lowell was unharmed, a deep sigh of relief escaped him, though he kept his emotions carefully guarded.

“Master, has the danger passed?” Jonathan asked, his tone respectful but tinged with concern.

Lowell offered a tired but reassuring smile.

“For now, everything seems alright,” he replied, though his voice carried a hint of uncertainty.

“I can’t say what the future holds.” Jonathan’s eyes flickered.

He feels that Master is hiding something.

May be Master knows better than him.

He decides not to ask anymore questions.

He can see that Master is extremely tired.

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