Now, the chthonian forces alone remained within the sky. But though they'd theoretically made massive gains without a fight, no joy stood on their faces. From dukes to consorts, all could see the gravity of the situation. If they couldn't even end the foes in their territory, what guarantee did they have that they could achieve it in 1,500 years? Worse, as things stood, the enemy didn't even need to surpass Konrad. As long as they could cancel out, a disastrous result awaited.
The gap between their forces was just that deep.
This time, there was no room for supreme confidence. Only relentless improvement could cement their odds. But though the majority believed startling wars awaited, Konrad thought otherwise.
"Was I wrong?"
As he recalled Celestial Slaughter's assurance, he couldn't help but wonder that perhaps, just perhaps, his estimations were off the truth. At that time, Krann, the dukes and consorts, crossed the sky to land before him.
