The End's Nest.
The insectfolk had withdrawn from the history of the past at some unknown point, watching this war through the power of The End.
"My Lord—why did you have us retreat?"
"Are we really just going to sit back and watch those Rekindlers seize the Rekindled Flame?"
Zhixi could not help but question The End.
Clearly, their sudden departure had been The End's idea.
They had not, as some players believed, retreated behind the scenes to scheme and await an opportunity. They had truly withdrawn.
"Heh." The End sneered. "This great war marking the transition between eras and ages was arranged long ago. Only fools would wade into these murky waters."
"Besides, with your laughable abilities, what could you possibly change?"
Zhixi was rendered speechless.
Although every word his master had said was true, hearing it stated so bluntly still left Zhixi somewhat frustrated.
Still, in Zhixi's eyes, The End responding with such mockery already meant It was in a relatively good mood.
So, he cautiously voiced his doubt.
"My lord, forgive my boldness, but what did You mean by 'arranged long ago'?"
Hearing his question,
The End did not answer directly, but spoke calmly and offered a meaningful reply.
"The collapse of an old order may appear instantaneous, yet it has often been quietly rotting away for a long time."
"Though unexpected events arose during the transition between eras and ages, its corrective force still remains. Naturally, it will attempt to pull everything back onto the proper course—"
"Then Fallen Fire Twilight and Ashes Guide—" Zhixi asked.
"Let them be."
"Only after smashing their heads bloody will they learn what pain is."
The End said indifferently.
After hearing The End's words, Zhixi only half understood. Yet he did not dare disturb The End further and could only