Looking at Richard, who had just delivered the final declaration, the Alchemy Crown remained silent, merely watching Richard intently.
"Shaping Energy... has lost as well."
His voice carried a mechanical quiver, cold, yet tinged with a touch of desolation.
"After fighting for so many years, even joining forces couldn't secure it. Destiny... what a damn thing."
Richard said nothing, quietly waiting for the Alchemy Crown's answer.
If the Alchemy Crown's response did not satisfy him, he wouldn't mind letting the Alchemy Crown die.
Crack crack crack...
The complex sound of machinery echoed to Richard's ears from all directions, as if those shattered metal fragments were summoned by some force, suddenly plummeting to the ground.
From the torn wounds of the steel earth, scarlet molten iron continuously surged out, and in the blink of an eye, those terrifyingly large wounds were filled by this molten iron.
