Apocalypse Redux

Chapter 278: Interlude The Last Horseman

The space that had once been filled with people striving to end this diseased world. Hundreds of true believers, and thousands of hangers-on who were, at the very least, loyal to the money they were paid.

But now, they numbered less than twenty, and every single one of them was visible from the central table, which now only had a single occupant.

Josef’s torso lay sprawled onto the countertop, mirroring his real-world position of having let himself collapse onto a rock on some tiny island in the Pacific, utterly spent.

Not that any of the others looked much better, deep lines of exhaustion carved into their faces, the mud and dirt streaking their clothes mirroring the state of their real worlds.

He barely recognized them, these weren’t the heroes of their group, the ones who’d obliterated cities even as they’d been worn down by the weight of sheer numbers.

His power had taken an absolute nosedive, but it wasn’t entirely gone.

And with so few of them left, the risk of getting tracked down was far smaller than it had been before. Finding a thread to pull when going after a global organization of thousands was easy. But good luck managing that when trying to find seventeen people among 7 Billion, hiding somewhere on the half a billion square kilometers of the Earth’s surface area.

They might have lost the battle, but he and his comrades didn’t need to survive to win the war or reap the rewards.

Little over five years to go, and then, the world would learn of the power of [World Bosses].