Bruno's startling theory pierced the despair smothering the Command Center like a faint ray of light.
Season Star and Tiga Lingyu were still deathly pale, but disbelief had stirred in their eyes.
"The president... did he do it on purpose?"
Season Star's voice was still hoarse, yet its final note trembled in a way even she failed to notice.
The idea was madness, but it was also a shot of adrenaline. Her heart, which had nearly stopped, began to beat with a little life again.
Tiga Lingyu's brows remained tightly drawn. Reason told her it was absurd, yet deep down, a voice screamed at her to seize this lifeline.
"If... if this really is the president's plan..."
She murmured to herself.
If this truly was the president's plan, then the desperate situation before them might be only one corner of the board. His real move had yet to appear.
Even the faintest hope was enough to show someone a way forward through endless darkness.
They still could not intervene in a war between gods. But if the president was no lamb awaiting slaughter, if he was the one moving the pieces, then their wait was no longer meaningless torment.
Meanwhile, the God War above the sea had reached a fever pitch.
War God Helion and Hunting Goddess Artemis had a clear objective: tear through the defenses Dies Martin and Night Lady had built, then interfere directly with Qin Chuan's transformation.
"Your struggle is meaningless."
Helion's voice was cold as ancient ice. Every stroke of the Golden Holy Sword unleashed more than raw power; it also stirred a subtle, terrifying disturbance in the laws.
Holy Light was no longer merely a purifying flame. It became countless fine golden threads that sought to seep into the dark curtain and unravel its stable