Simon, the son of the 9 Realms Association head, watched in mounting frustration as the battle began to tilt in favor of the Blue Planet disciples.
The momentum was slipping from his grasp, and he is worried that the formation would crumble before the Blessing Time. [A moment when all the gods would pour their essence onto the War God statue.
If the formation failed before that critical moment, the very inheritance of the War God would be at risk, slipping through his fingers into the hands of Kent.
"No... I won't let this happen!" Simon muttered through gritted teeth, his hands trembling with anger.
He picked the crystal conch. With a deep breath, he brought it to his lips and blew three times, each note resounding across the battlefield like a thunderous war cry.
