The one that the Moon God feared was still trapped in the illusion, the two Eighth-Order Marshals from the Southern Continent and a group of other experts.
Leonard Churchill indeed had ideas about causing destruction.
This was the trump card he had reserved for preserving his own life.
The two people on his shoulder were the best indication of this.
As long as the other party was not foolish, they could guess that he clearly had the capability to wake the two people up in the real world.
But he had not.
There could only be some plan at play.
Like in a game of chess between experts, once a certain level was reached, the moves each other made didn't need to be spoken out loud; they could see through them to some extent.
Leonard Churchill knew that the more arrogantly he behaved, the more reluctant the other party would be to take rash actions against him.
