A figure appeared in Solan City, Desert Church.
Richard watched as the number of the stream of the favored dropped from 100,000 to less than 1,000. He slowly closed the forum.
He stood up and walked to the window with a puzzled expression. Pegasus knights shrouded the sky. He looked up and did not move for a long time.
The cruelty of this war did not exceed his expectations. It was cruel to the eyes of the players.
The World Power's favor did not mean having a future. Instead, it was the beginning of despair.
That was authority! As long as he could obtain it, he could control the power of the gods. Who could resist such temptation?
The players carried the future, but who knew what the New Era would be like?
The power one could control now was more tempting compared to the future!
