The image on the Blood Crystal gradually dims, and all reconnaissance soldiers are dead.
Yet the Seven Great Thrones cannot calm their hearts.
The Little Mage seated in the Blood King's chair is certain that the mindset of these seven thrones has crumbled.
Just like when he failed to deliver benefits, he fell into despair.
A fleeting glimpse brought about the collapse of their worldview, the tip of the Monster World iceberg crushing all their pride deep within.
This is a height they cannot reach; the knowledge built in previous cross-world wars has also completely shattered.
The Little Mage can roughly understand this feeling.
What the Seven Great Thrones of the Spirit Breath Clan comprehend as Strength in the Monster World is like a child playing with pebbles.
The once-proud Super Beast Divine Soldiers and biotechnology, in the face of a higher-dimensional world, are as thin as a sheet of paper.
Parts of the World Decomposition data already surpass their understood realm.
