Within the abyss, a blood-red baleful star hung high overhead.
Within the diffuse crimson halo formed by the fallen kingdom, countless palaces floated in the air, coldly overlooking the entire battlefield.
Inside the austere palace, before a detailed and clear battlefield sand table, White Snake looked down expressionlessly at the shifting light and shadows, the slaughter and conflict within.
As if deep in thought, he said nothing.
A knock sounded at the door.
The Minister of Propaganda moved lightly, silently passing through the ministers prostrated on the ground before coming to stand beside White Snake.
"What is it?" White Snake turned back in confusion.
"Obscure Eye and Beatific Land are at it again. It's all a pile of petty bullshit. You probably won't be interested."
The Minister of Propaganda handed over the parchment in his hand. White Snake took one look, filed it away without interest, and could not be bothered to deal with it.
After all, in the eyes of the fallen kingdom, it would have been stranger if that rabble had gathered together without causing trouble. Put two rulers on the same battlefield and they might start fighting over a single disagreement, let alone such enormous armies.
After the fallen kingdom had gladly relinquished control of the battlefield according to the wager, the many rulers led by Beatific Land had eagerly begun preparing a new counterattack.
Unfortunately, peaches were not so easily picked. Faced with fierce assaults several times more intense than before, the Present Realm's defenses remained watertight.
Once they had relied on the Present Realm's projection and firmly gained a foothold on this battlefield, they were no longer as easy to deal with as they had been at the start.
After so many Wars of All Realms, no one would be foolish enough to think the