"The prophecy makes no mention of these new territories, only one phrase: The progress of civilization is accompanied by slaughter and bloodshed."
When Lord Saint Seva finished speaking, the scene fell silent; soon after, the noise resumed.
"Just that one sentence?"
"How does that mean we're about to face a Doomsday Crisis???"
"Who made this prophecy?"
"But somehow, hearing that line makes my mind feel heavy."
"Feels like there's a strong scent of blood behind these words."
"..."
No one present expected the so-called prophecy to be so short.
But after sighing, everyone couldn't help but let their thoughts wander around that sentence.
In any case, it was clear this prophecy wasn't a good one.
Slaughter, bloodshed.
Neither is a word anyone wants to hear.
What they fear most is its fulfillment.
If plunged into this, in the end, there will be no victors.
No one wanted the territory they'd built—or their elders had built—to be destroyed by their own hands.
