Fears of a life leading nowhere, fear of making wrong choices, fear of not giving it your all, resulting in lifelong regrets, and an eventual death of frustration.
Compared to these torments, what is death, really?
Fu Miaoxue craned her neck to see them in discussion, and couldn't help but interrupt, "Hey hey hey! There are already three of you Kings! Even though a King gets one chance to surrender, no one knows when they'll meet an ally. You might end up dead before you even meet each other!"
A labyrinth war, from one King to another.
The chances of meeting allies in the game are not high.
Yan Qingwen glanced at the crowd in the distance.
They were discussing in hushed tones too; although they tried to hide their anxiety, the tension was clear to see.
Those who could make it here had naturally gone through many games and mazes. Everyone knew what this game - the so-called 'War' - meant.
