Throat of Annihilation's cold voice echoed through the hastily constructed alien camp, filled with fury and resentment.
The Chaos Colossus at one side, radiating violent pressure from its entire body, roared:
"Ground them to dust? Throat of Annihilation, your anger has clouded your senses."
"That city... and that warship pose a threat far beyond our estimates. Blindly summoning more legions will only draw greedier eyes, perhaps even... the attention of 'higher sequences.' Even if we breach Human Emperor City then, how will the spoils be divided? Can we still hold the dominant position?"
The green flame dancing uneasily at Evil Eye's fingertips flickered as the fel energy phantom let out a hissing sound:
"The Colossus is right. That 'Light of Order'... I can sense that it possesses terrifying suppression over our origins. Next time, we may become the next targets it truly kills after the blade falls. What we need is not merely more troops, but... something that can absolutely counter that threat."
Throat of Annihilation breathed heavily, the dark energy around it rising and falling erratically.
Though enraged, it understood the concerns of Throat of Annihilation and Evil Eye. Eleventh-tier Mythic beings were the pillars of their races. If they fell here, then even if they ultimately conquered Human Emperor City, their race might still be placed at a disadvantage in the subsequent division of benefits, or even be swallowed by other covetous alien races.
"Then tell me, what should we do?" Throat of Annihilation growled, its voice making space hum.
"Are we simply giving up? I refuse to believe you do not know of the Primordial Kindling Source Seed chaotic wonder controlled by the Fireseed Human Race."
"Only by obtaining it will we have a chance to glimpse the path to the twelfth tier!"
"Give up? Of course