Far beyond, the former Continental Bridge had now been compressed into a vast expanse of undulating mountain ranges. Amid the boundless depths of those mountains, a black carpet floated silently above a valley where lava churned. The man in purple robes who had once made love with Amu Lulu amid the glaciers knelt reverently upon the carpet, softly chanting strange ballads.
Wisps of exceedingly fine gray smoke drifted from the black carpet. Before long, the smoke condensed into countless palm-sized gray scraps of cloth, which then pieced themselves together into a gray cloak. Two clusters of dark-red fire lit up within the cloak's hood, and the gray-robed man's voice quietly emerged.
"Purple Robe, how have you dealt with that foolish, greedy woman who thinks herself so clever?"
The purple-robed man trembled slightly. Prostrating himself flat on the ground, he began to chant loudly, "O noble Master, following Your omnipotent will, Amu Lulu is absorbing the bloodline essence of the fallen foreign races and humans. At the current rate, she will need roughly another three years before she can..."
The gray-robed man kicked the purple-robed youth squarely in the forehead, sending him rolling backward and nearly tumbling off the black flying carpet. The purple-robed youth shook from head to toe in terror. He shrieked himself hoarse, screamed shrilly, and constantly let out meaningless wails and pleas for mercy. He no longer possessed the lofty superiority and unhurried composure he had shown before Amu Lulu. Today, he looked like a little rabbit that had been ravaged by thousands of bears, every pore exuding an aura called fear.
"Useless trash! Three years? Where would I find three years? This war was arranged before the Primordial Divine War even ended! Three months—at most three months! That foolish woman must appear on the battlefield for