The Old Saintess finally broke the silence, her voice low but firm. "With this… the Black Lotus Guild has crossed a threshold no other force in this world can ignore."
Razel nodded stiffly, his jaw tightening. "You're right. Even the Seven Overlord Forces—those who once looked down on us, those who called us assassins lurking in shadows—they are nothing compared to what we are now."
His eyes gleamed with ambition, sharp and dangerous. "Our strength now… it rivals the Four God Nation themselves."
Old Saintess looked at him, her gaze heavy with both warning and pride. "For countless centuries, the balance of this world has rested on those four empires. The Phoenix God Nation, the Dragon God Nation, the Tiger God Nation, and the Turtle God Nation—together, they stood as the Four God Nation. But there was a time, long ago, when the truth was different."
