Lord of the Truth-Chapter 2097: Writing history

Mid Sector 101 — Planet Shather

Inside the colossal Throne Hall, the vast chamber from which Hedrick had long ruled Mid Sector 101 indirectly, guiding the affairs of the sector without always appearing in person.

Inside the throne hall... the one with the empty throne.

The throne itself stood high upon a dark platform at the far end of the chamber, silent and unmoving, like a monument to an absent ruler.

At the center of the hall stood a long extended table, its surface illuminated by a massive star map of the entire sector. Countless glowing stars, trade routes, and imperial territories shimmered across the projection. Around that table gathered three people... and three projections.

Those three figures looked like luminous manifestations that light could pass through, faint silhouettes formed of energy rather than flesh. Yet despite their transparent nature, their expressions were perfectly visible and their gestures completely natural, as if they were truly present in the room rather than distant images projected across space.

Anyone who examined their faces even briefly would immediately recognize them.

They were the Big Six, the six law dominators, the rulers of the six millennial empires that dominated the sector.

"What should we do now?" one of the six finally spoke. His face carried an aggressive expression, his brows tightly knitted as frustration weighed heavily upon him. He lifted his hand and pointed toward a specific star glowing within the map. "Things are starting to slip out of control again... little by little the balance is shifting. I still cannot understand how we allowed the advantage to slip from our hands so easily!"

His voice carried both anger and disbelief.

"Hmmm... I have never felt Lord Hedrick’s absence as strongly as I do during this period," one of the manifestations said slowly while nodding in agreement.

...Nearly fifty years had passed since the cosmic announcement that shook the entire universe.

Yet among all those who were shaken by that announcement, the one who reacted most violently for some unknown reason was Lord Hedrick himself.

On that very day his personality seemed to change drastically.

He became unusually irritable and impatient, unable to tolerate even the smallest disagreement or comment from others. Meetings that once lasted for days were abruptly ended. Discussions were cut short. Instead, he spent his time preparing military strategies and drafting large-scale war plans for the future.

Before disappearing, he also introduced the Big Six to the Shadow Swords, a mysterious force whose existence had previously remained hidden.

And then... he vanished.

His final words were that he needed to enter a secluded training retreat in order to break through to the realm of a mid-level Monarch.

This statement had left the Big Six completely confused.

Such a decision was extremely strange.

It was not something a Monarch would casually say.

In fact, it was almost unheard of.

Gaining the approval of a Heavenly Law could indeed be prepared for. One could spend long periods in seclusion studying the nature of the law, sensing its presence, and training one’s perception until eventually the Heavenly Law itself acknowledged the cultivator and accepted them.

That was how one ascended to the rank of Monarch in the first place.

But after that stage, once someone had already become a Monarch... what benefit could seclusion possibly provide?

When people referred to a low Monarch or a mid Monarch, they were not speaking about a cultivation stage in the traditional sense.

There was no transformation in the body.

No change within the energy core.

No special resources were required.

No secret techniques or arrays were involved.

Instead, it was a qualitative evolution.

An ascension that occurred when a Monarch gradually formed deeper and stronger bonds with the Heavenly Law they had already been acknowledged by.

Those strengthened bonds allowed them to wield greater authority over that law, granting them broader control, more powerful abilities, and a deeper fusion with the countless other laws that governed the universe.

However, something like that could not be forced.

It happened slowly.

Painfully slowly.

Sometimes over the course of millions of years.

And even then, it would only occur when the Heavenly Law itself allowed it.

There was no known method to accelerate the process.

In truth, most beings who reached the Dominion Realm never managed to take that next step at all.

More than half of the Behemoths in existence were still trapped within the stage of a low-law Dominator, unable to deepen their connection to their laws any further.

That was simply the reality of that level of power.

Which was why the Big Six found Hedrick’s words incomprehensible.

When a Monarch abandoned an ongoing war and calmly declared that he would enter seclusion in order to break through into a mid Monarch...

It sounded absurd.

It was as if someone suddenly stood up in the middle of a battlefield and said:

’Excuse me, I will now enter seclusion so I can continue breathing.’

Was this really the time for something like that?

And more importantly...

Exactly how many millions of years was that so-called seclusion supposed to last?!

"...Unfortunately, he chose a very bad time." One of them slowly shook his head, his expression filled with frustration. "I admit, things were going quite well in the beginning, so much so that I almost forgot he had chosen seclusion in the first place. I even thought that perhaps we wouldn’t need to move personally at all. But... fighting a Behemoth that has absolutely no intention of retreating is truly exhausting. It drains every resource and every nerve. It is the kind of battle that demands every single ounce of strength one possesses!"

It was as though all the strange twists of fate had decided to occur at the same time.

After the cosmic announcement, and after Lord Hedrick entered his secluded retreat, the destructive advance of the Savage Behemoth suddenly stopped.

Not slowed.

It stopped completely and without the slightest warning.

The massive army composed of thousands upon thousands of fleets simply halted its advance, then turned around and retreated toward the military zone it had previously established as a staging ground.

And since that moment... it had never emerged again.

Not a single fleet had been spotted leaving the region.

Not a single soldier had been seen.

None of the Law Dominators within that terrifying army made any public appearance, nor did they send any messages or threats.

They simply... fell silent.

An unnatural and unsettling silence.

Later on, the Shadow Swords delivered their report.

According to them, the Savage Behemoth’s galaxy had already been removed from the equation entirely.

The order they gave was simple.

Leave one armada out of the seven to monitor the military zone and maintain observation over the Savage Behemoth’s forces.

Then mobilize the other six armadas and send them to confront the armada of the Curse Behemoth, forcing it out of Mid Sector 101.

For the Big Six , who had only recently endured the shocking news that Lord Hedrick had chosen seclusion, this development felt almost unreal.

Like a dream that appeared out of nowhere.

Although the Shadow Swords did not offer any further explanation regarding the situation, the conclusion seemed obvious to everyone involved.

The Savage Behemoth had backed down because it feared Lord Human’s connections.

Lord Human.

Lord Robin Burton.

Without even appearing on the battlefield, without issuing threats, and without making a single declaration, he had already secured half the war for them!!!

And as if that were not enough, the other half soon began to fall into place on its own.

Confirmed news began to spread across the entire sector that Lord Robin Burton himself supported the resistance within Mid Sector 101.

That single piece of information carried enormous weight.

All the empires and kingdoms that had previously remained neutral, those that had not yet joined Lord Hedrick’s alliance, quickly announced their decision to stand with the coalition.

And why wouldn’t they?

The true leader of this alliance was not Hedrick.

Everyone knew that by now.

The true leader was the man whom the Cosmic Elder had publicly declared to be the protector of the universe and the primary financier of the defense of life itself.

Such a declaration carried immeasurable influence.

The true leader of the alliance was not merely a ruler whose actions could be interpreted as a struggle for power or an attempt to seize Bright Galaxy for himself, the way some might suspect Hedrick of doing.

No.

The true leader was a figure whose wealth, prestige, and authority were already acknowledged across vast regions of the universe.

One of the most awe-inspiring and influential individuals to exist in the current era.

Under such circumstances, the political situation of the sector shifted rapidly.

With the Savage Behemoth’s armada remaining completely still, and with more and more forces declaring their allegiance to the alliance, it became clear that the war had reached a turning point.

At that stage... it was no longer truly a war.

The alliance followed the Shadow Swords’ instructions precisely.

They left behind a single armada composed of 500 fleets to guard the military zone belonging to the Savage Behemoth’s army.

Interestingly, that armada did not even have a Dominator overseeing it.

Its role was obvious to anyone who examined the situation carefully.

It existed purely for show.

A symbolic presence meant to signal vigilance, nothing more.

Afterward, the massive reinforcements that had joined the alliance were reorganized and redistributed.

The total forces were divided into six enormous armadas.

Each armada contained 2000 fleets.

Those six armadas together represented, quite literally, the entirety of the military strength available within Mid Sector 101.

For the first time in both ancient and modern history, every single power within one sector had reached a unified agreement.

A comprehensive non-aggression treaty was drafted and established across the entire sector.

These agreements were personally supervised by the Shadow Swords, and the Big Six publicly pledged to enforce them.

For the first time ever, every major force within a single sector stood together without the presence of a ruling Behemoth commanding them.

No threats.

No coercion.

No promises of rewards or territorial gains.

Only a shared decision.

Mid Sector 101 wrote its name into the pages of history through its widest gates by mobilizing the largest single-side army assembled in tens of millions of years.

An army composed of twelve thousand five hundred fleets.

A force so vast that its movement alone caused star routes across the sector to tremble.

And when that unimaginable army finally moved...

All of it surged forward toward a single target; Lord Damir and his forces.