"Despair, pain, anger, hatred—these are nothing more than other names for courage and defiance. In the end, only extreme emotions can form the purest catalyst for psychic energy." Mao Yuanzuo clumsily operated his powered exoskeleton, staggering toward the distant sky. "The whole Earth boiling over, and the wails in Eternal City, will be the final offerings. Their fear frequencies will entangle with the Warp through this Warp-tree. Only then can that being arrive as scheduled."
He turned his head and gave his partner a strained smile. It was the most sincere emotion he had shown all day.
"Ever since I obtained that Warp-tree, I've been communicating with it mentally. I know the day it will arrive. The emotions of billions will open a passage between reality and the void."
Suihuo asked himself: if he had spent day and night communicating with a Warp Lord, or something even more powerful, could he have kept his mind stable?
Such obsession, such conviction—how could it not be moving?
Naturally, he admired him even more. But he also despised him even more.
With that kind of mental strength, what couldn't he do? Why give up on himself like this? Could Earth's people really have it worse than the Airoans? The Great Khan Tomitelli was a woman, yet she never gave in, no matter how many setbacks she faced. Now that was true heroism. As for you, Mao Yuanzuo, you may call yourself a "founding father" of the Commonwealth, but one day you'll surely be the clown in the history books.
He wondered how the Airoan Queen was doing. Her plan was clear, and her helper Planck was meticulous. Surely they could pull it off?
Though they hadn't known each other long, Suihuo admired that Airoan Khan.
He also admired President Keith Nishita, for that