At the very center of the Land of Nothingness.
Within the enormous hall, the sound of viscous water echoed without cease. Those low, scalp-crawling noises gathered together into a tide sound, as though they would coil around the soul.
Suspended in midair, the sludge spilling from beyond the door slowly writhed.
It formed a massive sphere.
The gray-black sludge flowed soundlessly, faintly shaping itself into blurry faces. Whenever they opened and closed, those strange sounds rang out one after another, like speech.
A messenger from the Obscure Eye had brought the will of its leader.
Before him, amid faintly swirling Rainbow Light, stood the true overseer of the Land of Nothingness—the leader of the Golden Dawn, Wescott—listening in silence.
After a long while, he gave a slight nod. "Please rest assured, Lord of Dominion. The Golden Dawn's position will not waver. We will naturally take action."
The strange voice sounded from within the sludge once more.
"The existence of the Heavenly Kingdom Lineage is indeed an eyesore, and Huai Shi has brought much destruction, but Russell is not the sort to take risks so easily. I know him. Perhaps everything we have seen is merely a disguise.
"With the Heavenly Kingdom Lineage's current scale, they will not stake everything so lightly. The notion of eliminating them head-on upon the battlefield is unrealistic."
The voice grew increasingly irritated, rising gradually as though in interrogation.
Wescott remained expressionless. "Of course. The Golden Dawn will not shirk its due responsibilities, but the Obscure Eye must also demonstrate sincerity.
"You should understand that what we seek is neither wealth nor relics, but more souls. The weapons intended for the Great Arcanum are still in the experimental stage, and their success rate cannot reach one hundred percent.
"I hope the Obscure Eye can understand the