"Of course, it belongs to the prosperity of our Beastmen. More legendary Beastmen will emerge, and we can form stronger legions and forge better equipment."
"And then? On this continent, there's no longer any national power that can challenge us. What's the point of forming legions?"
The old Beastman Priest continued to ask.
"An empire must have legions; their existence is meaning!"
Grom replied impatiently, still unable to figure out the intentions of the old fellow before him.
"But without enemies, no matter how powerful the legion, it will fall into decay. The finest weapons and armor will eventually rust; this is an unavoidable outcome."
The Beastman High Priest sighed,
"My King, don't you understand? Once the water in the Beast Horn Cup surpasses its capacity, it overflows. The sun rises to its peak and then falls unavoidably. The Beastman Empire we are about to form will be no different, no exception."
