A world war, a great war sweeping across every inch of land—no one can stay out of it.
A storm rose in Lorenzo's mind as he began to realize the shift in events: Lawrence's Secret Blood Legion, the Nation-Builders' cycles of reincarnation, the destined final battle of the end times… everything, all of it, was driving forward in a frenzy, like the wheels of history in motion. He had thought he possessed the power to halt it, only to discover that every single thing was moving along with it.
Arthur's eyes went dull, his pupils shrank to pinpoints as he stared fixedly at the Queen. His voice showed not the slightest fluctuation, mechanical in its flatness.
"And the reason for the war?"
"That is what I am going to explain. After so many years of research by the Purification Mechanism, have you ever considered the connection between Demons and us?"
The Queen countered, as if she knew everything.
