"I am Artarius." The old man's voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached everyone's ears, "Commander-in-chief of this 'Reincarnation Plane' expeditionary army."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.
"The mission brief you've received should already outline the basic situation. However, circumstances have changed..."
Artarius's voice echoed across the wasteland, each word striking the consciousness of the wizards like cold metal.
"The enemy is already prepared for us. At this stage, if our High Tier Wizards take full action, it will inevitably trigger a time reversal. Therefore, except for one Seventh Level Wizard, we won't make a move at other times."
The old man's gaze swept over the three thousand newly arrived supporters below the stage, his eyes reflecting the weariness and sharpness accumulated from countless cycles.
