The chance of a spatial collapse caused by the disintegration of the Dimensional Pouch's magic was extremely small, no higher than the odds of being struck by lightning beneath a cloudless sky. Besides, the Sword of Earth was a genuine divine artifact and could never be destroyed by something like this. At worst, it would be lost in some unknown space—perhaps an obscure corner of the Vonder Continent, an Elemental Plane, or, with even worse luck, one of countless shattered demiplanes or spatial fragments beyond the boundaries of the Tiamat Law. If the Sword of Earth were lost in such a place, a mortal might spend an entire lifetime without ever finding it again. But for dragons, perhaps one day they could locate it once more..
After all, time was not a threshold for dragons. They possessed immortal lives.
Did Modesti and Gwendolyn dare to gamble? Brando stared at the two dragons, discerning the answer from their expressions—they did not. Even if the odds were only one in a hundred thousand or one in a million, who could guarantee that Lady Martha would not be playing a joke on them? Brando keenly noticed this hesitation. He had already reached nearly the same conclusion from their earlier stern tone, but now that conclusion had been confirmed. What Gwendolyn and Modesti intended to do with the Sword of Earth likewise allowed them only one chance. They could not afford to lose, either.
Brando secretly breathed a sigh of relief. This did not mean he had escaped danger, but at least it showed that he could buy a little more time.
The two sides had nearly returned to the same starting line.
Although Modesti and Gwendolyn still held the initiative.
"Mortal, that is a dangerous idea," the Dragon Queen replied coldly. The chill