"We have no intention of offending you. Unlike your Dark Clan, we humans think about leaving a spark for the future when we face danger."
"What do you mean?"
Tigranth raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"I have a plan to rebuild a world similar to the death realm outside, where your Dark Clan can survive."
"Like a complete failure, running away with your tail between your legs?"
"We humans have a saying: 'The one who wins in the end wins the most.' By preserving our living strength, we have the capital to start over."
"You're interesting, human. But rebuilding a new world by simulating the death realm? Are you joking? I don't think you can do it."
"I'm already trying, but I need your help," Fang Heng continued. "I need to use your Dark Clan's teleportation passage. There's a lot of stuff we need to transport immediately."
"After all that, you want to take something from our death realm, borrow our passage, and even seek our help?"
