From the depths came a hoarse sound like a groan.
It was the shattered impression left behind after a piercing roar had been slowed down tens of thousands of times.
Amid the terrifying turbulence sweeping across the entire Depth Zone, tens of thousands of miniature probe mirrors drifted with the currents over the burning battlefield, collecting every fluctuation from all directions without blind spots and transmitting them to the rear. At last, they converged in one place, weaving into a flickering battlefield projection.
Inside the Void conference room of the Silver Sea.
To deal with the changes within Eternal Paradise, only a place capable of slowing time to its utmost limit allowed them to respond calmly.
Yet at this moment, everyone felt the same anxiety without prior agreement.
When a second of waiting was stretched without limit, the pressure contained within it was enough to torment anyone who prided themselves on having a strong will.
Especially when this was not some trivial matter of one person's life or death, but a battle concerning the safety of the entire Present Realm, one capable of determining the course of the War of All Realms.
"This really is... unbearable."
Yegor rubbed his eyes and sighed softly. No one answered.
Everyone silently handed off or processed their work, like screws and gears turning in their proper places. Though many people, even within the Unified Bureau, had always criticized this style of using people as tools, they had to admit that, in some ways, tools were far happier than those who truly had to bear all this pressure.
They also lived longer.
Even with the Continuance Institute's maintenance technology and all manner of medical care provided regardless of cost, everyone had to acknowledge one thing—working in the Central Decision Room was genuinely a short-lived profession.