A subtle fluctuation emerged from the void, akin to time itself sighing.
Both Witch Kings could feel that dimension-transcending oppression.
Some existences, even they dared not mention lightly.
The conversation shifted to a more macro level.
"The consequences of the eternal plague indeed made everyone overly cautious."
In the illusion of the King of Illusions, scenes from the end of the Third Era appeared.
A continent shrouded in black mist, where countless wandering souls, dead yet unresigned, roamed:
"But excessive order is sometimes deadlier than chaos."
"This is why we need some... moderate turbulence."
The history book of the King of Absurdity began to burn, yet where the flames passed, new text immediately emerged:
"Little Cassandra's madness, although deviating from our expectations, at least broke this suffocating calm."
"Regarding that young person..."
In the mirror of the King of Illusions, Ron's figure surfaced once more:
