Skenfa Realm

Orsaga and Nidhogg were both untrustworthy bastards.

Whether it was the giant serpent Koma or the giant wolf, both knew this perfectly well.

Koma especially.

"Two bastards rotten to the core."

He gave them that perfect assessment without the slightest politeness!

If he and the giant wolf had attacked the World Tree with at least a hint of being forced into it,

then Orsaga and Nidhogg simply wanted to see the world plunged into chaos.

Textbook villains!

Therefore, to prevent the giant wolf from being surrounded by so-called allies and making one misstep that would haunt him for eternity, Koma bluntly reminded him:

"We need to stay vigilant. We cannot give them any chance to strike at us."

The giant wolf did not dispute that.

After pondering for a moment, he made an even more decisive suggestion:

"How about we strike first once this is more or less settled?"

As a warlike fellow, he was certain that he and Koma could never peacefully coexist with those two ambitious bastards.

But compared to passively defending themselves, he preferred taking the initiative and attacking first.

Thus, he felt it would be better for their side to seize the initiative outright when the time came.

Koma did not refute his words.

Instead, he began considering whether it was necessary...

Skenfa Realm

This was a world shrouded in white mist, carrying a hazy, dreamlike beauty.

If one merely glanced around a few times, one might think this place was a vast jungle region lush with vegetation.

But beyond the plants on its outermost fringes,

the crisscrossing, tangled charcoal swamps deep within the realm, like eternal scars, revealed that this misty realm was not as beautiful as it appeared.

Instead, its interior was steeped in a gloomy, desolate air of decay!

These were the