Chapter 1142: Scathach's Competitiveness.
Scathach was sitting at the top of a black stone platform, observing the artificial horizon stretching out before her. The area was silent, except for the distant sound of millions of footsteps echoing in disorganized rhythms. This entire place had been recently built, a colossal extension of training fields, arenas, fortresses, and logistical structures that seemed to stretch into infinity.
An entire planet was dedicated exclusively to training new soldiers.
She rested her chin on the back of her hand, staring expressionlessly at the vastness.
"One hundred million this time, huh," Scathach murmured.
The number sounded strange, even to her.
Scathach had trained armies before. Entire tribes. Orders of warriors. Complete legions. So this number was nothing new, and while she was thinking about the past, she would have never imagined having so many people under her command.
