The night curtain above Magic City Stronghold was deep and serene, and the direct threat brought by the Lord of the Bone Abyss was temporarily lifted, but the shadows gathering over the distant sea and the impending light made the atmosphere overwhelmingly oppressive.
"We cannot wait." Dies Martin broke the silence first, the phantom around him stabilizing to reveal a rare seriousness, "Once those fellows of the light arrive, they will not have the patience to play at any standoff like Destruction and Astaroth. They will strike directly and purify the shadow in the most extreme way."
The Lord of Lava's massive body emitted a low roar, scorching lava churning on his surface to show his inner impatience: "Then strike back! Before the light arrives, clear out Destruction, Astaroth, and those fellows first!"
His will was simple and direct, filled with the confidence of strength, but also carrying obvious impulsiveness.
"Clear out?" Dies Martin sneered, the solemnity in the depths of his eyes not dissipating, "Easily said. The Lord of Destruction, the Lord of Sins, and Nether Monarch Astaroth, plus that Withering Bard, just these four can stand on equal footing with us, not to mention other eyes hidden in the shadows."
"Oh, and the Lord of the Bone Abyss who just retreated, that fellow must also be lurking in secret and watching for an opportunity. Do you think the four of us rushing over could make a quick decision without shattering the kid down below into pieces?"
The phantom chains winding around the Lord of Torture emitted a teeth-grinding friction sound, and his indescribable existence emanated a cold malice: "Direct collision is unwise. It will alert the hunter and attract even more covetous ones. Besides the undead, the abyss, and the light, the gods of other worlds are also