"But what if they're trying to divide us? They're very quiet. They went back into the passageway. Believe me, you've seen everything. I know very well what they're capable of. If we divide, we're finished. The number of people who can use the teleportation spell is limited. Everyone can't stay together and go somewhere to help. My sister and a few aura masters have to stay directly with the Sages. We don't have much power left."
When Atlas said these words, every god and goddess paused. Every word he said was valid. After all, he was the one who had experienced this apocalypse before.
"Still, everything is much better than before. With every step I take, I don't see the bodies of shattered elves, humans, or half-humans... At least we only lost about a million lives out of billions, not more. I know I'm greedy, but..." Atlas muttered, covering his face with his hands, then lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling of his room.
