The Tyrant was at a loss; he was a greedy man, with servants under his command primarily focused on amassing wealth. They were far inferior in infiltrating intelligence compared to others, and years of ease had already caused him to sink into the Great Rift for far too long.
Aside from these troubling enigmas, one important matter had become incredibly clear at this moment.
The Order Bureau had obtained the Original Object.
The Tyrant didn't know the research progress the Order Bureau had made on the Original Object, but considering the worst-case scenario, it wouldn't be long before they discovered the truth about the world... or perhaps they already had.
"The conflict isn't just approaching; it's advancing ahead of schedule..."
The Tyrant murmured to himself; he had this premonition, the soaked blood was slowly warming up, growing hot.
"You used me."
