At present, back at Enoch's Divine Tree Island…
Enoch's brows were tightly furrowed as the situation that he had envisioned had never come to fruition. He couldn't hear anything else besides his and the Berserk Rats' rapid breathing sounds.
It was so quiet that it was a little terrifying. Even Enoch felt that something was wrong!
What was going on?
Everything that he had envisioned had yet to happen. What was going on during all this time then? Had the other party given up, or were they still preparing?
Enoch did not need to think further to know that the answer was definitely the latter. If they had given up, the invasion would have ended long ago.
The Divine Tree Realm should have given him a hint, but none of this had happened.
This proved that this was not the end.
The longer this dragged on, the more he realized that his fighting spirit was severely depleted.
Not just him, but the little ones as well.
