Tim Kainan pondered for a long while. When he fell silent, the Legendary Wizards beside him quieted as well.
Tansen, who had just cursed Rayne, realized what he had done. Although the Emperor had not lost his temper or shown any reaction, the gazes of the surrounding Extreme Warriors made it hard for him to breathe. He hunched his neck and retreated behind the others.
"Master Kainan, what have you decided?" Rayne asked.
"If Your Majesty merely wants Falanis to venture alone into the Dark Continent and place itself in danger, please forgive me, but I find it difficult to agree." Tim Kainan answered hesitantly.
Rayne smiled.
Clearly, Tim Kainan had already been tempted. He was merely negotiating terms with him.
"I will provide a certain amount of support in my personal capacity," Rayne said calmly.
The Dark Continent was vast and dangerous. It was what the New Continent would look like after being thoroughly polluted and fused with the Abyss, with monsters and demons running rampant and evil gods entrenched across it. Falanis Floating City was merely an isolated fortress. If it entered the Dark Continent rashly, it could barely protect itself, let alone expand. The risks would also increase greatly.
For this reason, Rayne had prepared a Legion.
This Legion consisted of two thousand Rayne's Heavenly Soldiers and one hundred Thunder Forged Divine Soldiers, along with two Archmage clones. Landserin and Ishmael would accompany them.
When they heard that Rayne would provide support, the Legendary Wizards of the Eight Leaves exchanged glances. The Emperor truly was inviting them to cooperate. They saw hope of returning to the Empire.
Tim Kainan, however, remained calm. He asked, "What goal does Your Majesty wish to achieve in the Dark Continent?"
In other words, how much did Falanis have to accomplish to