Compromise was not something that could be settled with a few words. The negotiations remained deadlocked. The three parties conducting secret talks were all busy with their own affairs.
The Alpha Kingdom and the Frankish Empire were busy hauling away spoils of war, while the Church and the "heretics" it had summoned were fighting to the death.
The battle had not been fought for nothing. Seeing the Church's army fighting desperately on the battlefield, the nations temporarily dropped their suspicions toward them and turned their suspicious gazes toward the other races.
There were too many suspects, and they could not sort out the clues in a short time. Everyone could only set the matter aside for now and settle accounts later.
Some of the more radical factions among humanity had already begun plotting to wipe out the other races and dominate the Aslant Continent alone.
All the other races were targets anyway. In that case, it no longer mattered who the true culprit was.
Even if they got it wrong, it did not matter. As the continent's overlords, humanity had long been surrounded by enemies. No reason was needed to eliminate enemies.
As the days passed, the chaos across the continent not only showed no signs of easing, but instead seemed to be worsening.
It was not only human territories that had fallen into "disorder." Problems kept arising in the territories of the other races as well. Naturally, both sides were the culprits, stabbing each other in the dark.
Humanity drove "creatures from other planes" into the lands of the other races, while the other races retaliated in kind. Everyone was using borrowed knives to kill.
Under such circumstances, even if the Magic Disaster subsided, one could still manufacture another through human action.
The time had come to test everyone's