Blood Mountain Peak.
The Beast King in a white robe gazed down at the foot of the mountain, his lips slowly curving into a faint, almost imperceptible smile.
An unsurprising outcome.
These old things had been degenerating for too long.
Clutching the relics of the Era of Prosperity, they indulged in dreams spun from the remnants of the old civilization, forgetting that this place was no longer the peaceful times before the battles but rather the bloodthirsty wasteland.
As long as they completely discarded their bottom line and all illusions, abandoning everything that could be forsaken, even facing the siege of the decaying old civilization, these youngsters were not without the strength to fight.
The Alliance was a nuisance, but that was all.
They hadn't abandoned enough, nor were they brave enough.
At least not as much as him, who no longer behaved like a human.
