All Ours!

They called it a negotiation.

In truth, it was an admission of defeat—a plea for mercy, an acknowledgment that their side was too weak, and a desire to surrender with some dignity intact.

If outsiders learned of this, their jaws would probably drop in shock.

The ruler of the Azure Moon Plane, the overlord that had governed this plane for tens of millions of years—the ever-arrogant and Hegemonic Way Azure Hand Guild that no one had dared provoke—had actually admitted defeat?

And before a new guild that had existed for less than ten years, no less? They had bowed their heads and conceded?

How could that be possible?

Not only would the entire Azure Light Guild find it unbelievable, even the upper ranks of Azure Hand could hardly believe it.

Or rather, the word "negotiation" had never even entered their minds.

Yet now, the term "negotiation" had emerged from the minds of Azure Hand's upper ranks.

And it had first emerged from the mind of their highest-ranking member, Guild Master Karosinasri.

Why?

Why negotiate?

Because after analyzing the situation, Karosinasri had realized that in this competition between the two guilds, Azure Hand's chance of victory was essentially zero... No matter how Azure Hand struggled, Azure Light was almost certainly going to be the final victor.

What Azure Hand needed to consider now was not how to win the competition, but how to survive and avoid being eliminated!

Then could Azure Hand secure a way out through negotiation?

Not necessarily.

It could only be said that it was uncertain.

Because that depended on whether Azure Light's upper ranks were willing to be magnanimous, agree to reconcile with Azure Hand, and spare them.

Thus, at that thought, Karosinasri painfully closed his eyes again.

In only a few short years, Azure Hand, which