"Your Excellency, the Watcher, I can't shake this unease."
The Nebula Archmage's eyes flickered with anxiety.
"Aurek's methods are far too bizarre. I fear the Illusory Nebula won't hold for long."
The Nebula Watcher stood with hands behind his back, his expression cold and stern.
"As long as it can hold until Endless Starlight Island delivers a response, that will suffice. If they refuse, we can still retreat afterward."
"Only…"
He paused. "Once we retreat, Standardalin is lost forever."
Abandoning this ancestral land, which had hosted countless legacies, was unthinkable.
In the distance, a Star-Realm Gate opened.
Crusader Goddess, Eternal Sunfire, and others stepped out.
They paused at the edge of the nebula, gazing at the boundless golden mist.
"This mist can absorb mind power, and its scope is immense. The Star-Realm Gate may not find its direction within it."
Apollo frowned.
"Is that a problem?"
