As embedded agents of the Revolutionary Army within Dispute Fortress, Boneblade and Redhawk mingled among the throngs of adventurers, themselves participants in the ongoing selection tournament.
"That Milo…" the two communicated secretly. "What do you think is going on?"
"Most likely a disguise to maintain the status quo in Dispute Fortress."
Boneblade's gaze fixated coldly on the young ruler of Dispute Fortress above. "They are well aware that Bryce Palmer Leo cannot be recalled just yet."
The New World's development in the Western Lands was far from smooth. Ninety-five percent of extraordinary beings here were adventurers, who cared little for notions of salvation, revolution, or overthrowing the empire. To the hedonistic adventurers, the state of the empire was irrelevant to their way of life.
In the eyes of these pleasure-seeking adventurers, regardless of the empire's state, their lives remained unaffected.
