In the past, Evans's personality was somewhat unrestrained, but now, his face was stern as he gripped the bronze sword and viciously cleaved downward.
With a clanging collision, the bronze sword sank deeply into the boulder, a feat not achievable by ordinary Bronze Humanity but one result of the years Evans had spent refining himself.
"Honestly, I'm not too fond of those priests nowadays. The creator is gone, and everything seems to have undergone a massive change. Yet for me, even if I could split this stone with one sword strike, it wouldn't change anything, but you're different."
Turning to gaze into Cohen's eyes, Evans said solemnly,
"Your power is enough to shatter hills, sever rivers, and if you wish, you can put an end to the priests' actions that you find dissatisfying. If you're unhappy with the current state of Aurora, you could replace those priests and steer the human tribes in the direction you believe is right. If that is the case, why don't you do it?"
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