On the Chaos Continent, outside the great ward guarding their skies, several shimmering forms of light and shadow coalesced.
"Intelligence reports the otherworldly dragons are fighting the two demigods from the Dusk Continent."
"I knew it. Those dragons were up to no good. Should we get involved?"
"The Emerald Dream Realm is a chaotic mess of different factions right now. Besides the Sea Race, the three continents are locked in a three-way stalemate."
"It's a delicate balance. Someone is trying to break it. But to what end?"
"Do you think… could that evil being be pulling the strings from behind the scenes?"
Whoever uttered that last question plunged the rest of the demigods into a heavy silence.
In the end, they failed to reach a decision.
Ever since the demigod Valthor had merged with the world itself, the Chaos Continent had been like a rudderless ship. Everyone had their own agenda, and every race acted with extreme caution, purely focused on self-preservation.
