"You're one of the young ladies by the God Summoner's side, aren't you? You played your part just now, so now you want to stop us?"
Katerin Schwartz, with Threads of Fate wrapped around her arm, sneered:
"Anyway, thanks to your connection with the God Summoner, you've already earned quite a few points in this story. So as long as you stop us, you can stay ahead, right?"
Old Man Charat reminded her:
"Follower of Misfortune, since the Balanced Chosen One has already suppressed the Lover of Desire, there really is no need for us to interfere. What lies before us may be a Trap of Fate. The Balanced Chosen One can contend with the Lover of Desire, but you do not possess that kind of power."
The "Father" holding The Puppeteer's Script asked:
"Everyone, don't you feel that something is very wrong? The five of us are the candidates competing for the most dazzling position on the Stage of Fate, yet at this moment, all we can do is stand here chatting while letting others pluck Act V's most dazzling crown. Is that right?"
He looked past the white-haired girl riding Ellie, toward the depths of the basin behind her, where crimson lightning and deep, serene black light flickered. Then he examined everyone's expressions and, after licking his lips, proposed:
"One person's strength isn't enough, but are five people still not enough? Why don't the five of us join the battlefield together? Then whoever earns more points can rely on their own ability. If we waste Act V's opportunity for nothing, wouldn't that indirectly weaken us when we finally face the so-called Mr. Snake?"
As he spoke, he tried to step forward, but the Silver Moonlight emitted by Ellie's horn immediately forced him back.
Stella gripped the glowing ice