"...Perhaps we should leave."
In an Other World with perpetually scorching temperatures, someone said this in a dimly lit tavern.
"If we keep fighting, the losses will be too great, and reinforcements still haven't arrived." They seemed to have no advantage in terms of timing.
"The main issue is that this world is too unusual. On the material plane, we can't lose no matter what, but on the energy plane, our flesh-and-blood bodies are at far too much of a disadvantage."
They had lost even more thoroughly when it came to terrain.
"The most infuriating part is that none of the locals trust us. They trust those Cosmic Pirates instead, just because they're energy beings too."
They had no advantage in timing, terrain, or popular support. The longer the Phoenix War went on, the more stifling it became.
"Phoenix City" was the Eastern Kingdom's nickname for this world. Mainly because the Western scholar who discovered it had used a full seventeen tongue-twisting words in its academic designation, successfully ensuring that everyone ignored the world's official name.
Red Star was the Westerners' abbreviation for it. Supposedly, in some people's extraordinary vision, this world appeared crimson-red and particularly terrifying.
"I heard the reinforcements are on their way."
"What good will that do? Send more cannon fodder? Even if they deploy two demigods, they still won't be able to perform properly in this world."
The speaker sounded utterly despairing. As a frontline world under contention, the church had been overjoyed when it had secured the "bidding rights" back then.
By the time they discovered it was a tough bone that even a True God Church could not chew through, most of the Tyrannical Three-Faced Church's resources had already become trapped here.
It was like a massive project that had consumed most of a