Though they had already guessed them much, the various elders and geniuses of their Five Core Clans couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in their hearts. If this was just a single plot… How many more plots did this young man have?
"From this day forth, you all will be a part of my Mortal Alliance. However, for now, this title will only be in name. The reason I've called this meeting is to inform you all what the others already know. The conquering of your territories was just the beginning, within two to three years, I plan on taking down the Ragnor's, the Pakal's and Uidah's."
A sharp breath seemed to be collectively taken in. Though they found such a prospect ridiculous, were they really in a place where they could refute? Their territory, which had stood for tens of thousands of years, crumbled in just three months. Though they were the weakest of the four… Wasn't this much proof enough of the possibility?
