The situation should've been something that anyone could see was nearly unsalvageable.
Irrevocable words had been exchanged between the two sides as from forceful methods to a dialogue…one could say that what Silas was trying to achieve was an impossibility!
So then…why was his hand outstretched towards the True Emperor of Quintessence?
It was because even in this situation, Grand Primeval Silas still had something that gave him a level of certainty and confidence.
"Forget what has occurred? Let the Cult of Endless Shadows be my supporter? What can you offer me when at this very moment, you are taking what is mine?"
The glorious voice of the True Emperor of Quintessence rang out as Silas remained calm.
He didn't address Noah's words directly as he instead chose another subject entirely, his figure floating closer towards the golden throne surrounded on all sides by extremely pure Sources of Extremity!
