"Chaos Faction professionals had too many unpredictable characters who could not be judged by common sense. The Red Robed Mage Guild was even a carnival ground reserved for evil lunatics. In order to secure enough manpower for this era-defining battle on Legendary Island, it would not be surprising for His Excellency the Blazing Sun Throne, Mr. Eman, to recruit any sort of freak to help establish Abyssal Rifts. For now, I could only hope that Walkerway, a Morningstar Mage who had still been lucid enough to write notes two hundred thousand years ago, had not gone too crazy. Otherwise... I had no desire to be killed by some idle Red Robed Mage looking for trouble."
As he leisurely let his thoughts wander while flying toward the location of the Morningstar Demon Lord Sa'anlado, Punk silently sensed the entire desolate battlefield, where auras churned chaotically and Abyssal Energy surged forth, while vigilantly watching for any abnormal energy fluctuations around him.
As for this battle plan, the caster had no intention of clearing out every Morningstar-tier Abyssal Rift east of the Horaka Defense Line for the Kalamus Empire. Although his strength was more than sufficient to single-handedly cleanse an entire region, and although he had openly delivered fine-sounding words such as "I will do my utmost; it is my duty" alongside Anthony, Donnila, and the others at the meeting, in reality...
Words were only words. In Whisper of Destruction's view, he only needed to eliminate two or three Morningstar Rifts and ensure that the number of Abyssal Lords descending upon the Faerun plane did not pose a substantial threat to him. The remaining demons could invade Karamus as they pleased—that was what the Silent Alliance needed. As for the lives of tens of billions of refugees, there was even less reason for