His eyes flashed with callous recognition as comprehension settled with bitter clarity.
Truly, his enemies did not plan on being fair.
And why should they, when they possessed such immense power at their disposal?
Even these Avatars mentioned in the parallel processing were likely an insignificant force that was deployed.
And yet these grunts alone were sufficient to suppress him and capture his clones.
They're not even taking me seriously yet as they don't know the Civilization I hold, and their casual response already overwhelms everything. If they deployed their actual strength...
The thought remained unfinished because the conclusion was too sobering to articulate!
Oh!
Existence was not easy!
With his eyes burning with blue-gold brilliance of determination rather than despair, he called out coldly.
"Let me see the last phantom processing."
...!
The third phantom process began manifesting with equal clarity.
|Phantom Process Thre- Wandering Territories Exploration|
