"Heyman has gone mad, not just us, but all ordinary people and Low-Tier Transcendents are caught in this vortex."
"This is no longer a battle of ideologies, nor the so-called suppression. He plans to annihilate everything, to eliminate all rebels."
"My Queen, war has descended!"
"Only your leadership can guide us out of this predicament."
The young man spoke word by word, with a calm voice hiding hysterical anger behind it.
Conflicts among the Transcendents sometimes involve ordinary people, but none have ever aimed at exterminating ordinary people like this.
Giant Dragons, as Guardians, rely on the population and land of the normal world as a kind of support in the unseen.
Many matters involved the Royal Family, but now standing on the wrong side would lead to the destruction of more than just a nation.
At this moment, Jora had completely regained her composure. She lightly flicked her fingers, and a wisp of flame shot out, instantly incinerating the manor not far away.
