The Master of Fate spoke, his gaze casting beyond the Star River, seemingly penetrating countless stars, seeing through the Outer Heaven, and peering at a bloodstained battle line.
"Did something come out?"
"Indeed, this matter can't be ignored. Right now, all races are united, only then can all those things be suppressed outside the realm. If the battle line collapses, chaos will reign in the Star River again."
The Master of Strategy seriously spoke.
"What does this mean? On the side of the Seven Great Alliances..."
"Whatever needs to be done, they must at least feel the pain."
"As for outside the realm... let's watch further."
The Master of Fate said, his gaze continually changing, at times clear, at times muddled, sometimes keen, sometimes foolish.
"Very well..."
The Master of Soldiers nodded and turned away, instantly stepping beyond the Star River.
"Things... is that what you call us??"
"That's truly rude..."
