Though they had won the battle, Saine appeared exceedingly pleased yet composed before others.
But when he turned back to meet with the other high-ranking Dominators of Wizard Civilization, his expression beneath the Faceless Mask became grave once more.
"The Pantera Star Territory frontline is a new battlefield beyond the fronts our Wizard Civilization has planned and laid out over the past several thousand years."
"Wizard Civilization cannot provide this protruding frontier star territory with unrestricted, all-out aid at any cost."
"Our true battlefield lies farther behind us," Saine said in a deep voice.
"Since the Evil Tide Civilization's Vanguard Legion has arrived, and revealed more than a dozen Evil Emperors from the outset—"
"Now that we have already exposed most of our strength, the Evil Tide Legions and Dominators arriving here afterward will likely be even more numerous."
"Next, we should intensify resource extraction in the Pantera Star Territory and make certain preparations for what follows." Saine's words won the approval of the other Dominators present.
Every Dominator summoned before Saine was a true member of Wizard Civilization's upper echelon.
Those Alliance Dominators were not qualified to appear here. Even Aitokan, Pantera World's strongest being, who had performed admirably in the previous battle, had no idea what Saine and the others were secretly discussing.
It was rather tragic, really. While native beings of Pantera World such as Aitokan had already begun mobilizing the strength of their entire civilization and the Surrounding Starfield, preparing to resist the Evil Tide crisis on the Pantera Star Territory frontline and protect their homeland—
Saine and the other Wizard Civilization Dominators, fresh from a victorious battle, had already made preparations for the worst-case scenario: retreat.
And as Saine's words fell, rapacious resource extraction across every plane in the Surrounding Starfield, including Pantera World, was