Lear calmed his mind, put away the War Intent Chains, and without lingering further, he moved directly to Katana.
Controlling the vine-like body, he walked out of Katana's City Hall and called for Isa.
Before long, the figure of the Dark Night Elf leader quietly appeared.
With the right hand over the chest, she bowed respectfully.
"Your Majesty..."
Lear nodded and spoke softly.
"Are you ready to go to war with the Wild Pantheon?"
Though the tone was calm, the underlying murderous intent made the surrounding air grow tense.
Isa perked up, speaking in a deep voice.
"Your Majesty, our war sabers have been honed sharp enough."
"All various military supplies are ready and await your command at any moment!"
The tone carried a chilling sense of killing intent.
It was time for those unwary beings to feel the swamp's edge!
The Dark Night Elves were not known for kindness; they were synonymous with slaughter and death in the Underworld.
