Most Legendary powerhouses shared one trait: none of them were easy to deal with. Naturally, the Legendary organizations formed by these powerhouses were equally unfathomable. Perhaps they normally lurked silently in some dark corner, observing this vast world without a sound, but once certain unpredictable and unavoidable disasters became involved... such as the Fate Tide, all kinds of schemes, assassinations, and hunts would begin to unfold.
For example, the continually escalating situation at this very moment resembled a grand and enduring masquerade ball. The guests were not limited to the Silent Alliance and the Mage Guild dancing gracefully upon the stage; in those dimly lit corners, the Red Robes, the Pantheon, and even Demon Princes from the Abyss were whispering in the darkness.
The tide was approaching, and fate was whispering. No one could stay out of it. The war of life and death had only just begun...
While waiting for the "President" to send his reply, Punk carefully analyzed the intelligence he possessed and the positions of the various factions. Such simple analysis was immensely helpful for a spellcaster seeking to make a clear and accurate judgment.
First of all, Punk could basically conclude that the Pantheon's organizational structure was probably as disastrously fractured as the Mage Guild and even the Silent Alliance of today. Its internal order might already have become a complete mess amid unknown conspiracies and manipulations. After all, everyone knew that the Lord of Dawn, who had completely become a puppet of divine office long ago, could no longer be considered an intelligent being with independent consciousness capable of voicing opinions among the Pantheon's decision-makers. And judging from Anthony's words just now, Tir, the God of Justice, appeared to be plotting some unknown plan alongside the "President," while the mysterious Goddess of Life seemed to