In truth, from the moment they entered this strange Floating Mountain range, the Arcanists—including Brian—had already sensed that something was wrong through all manner of abnormalities. Yet driven by an irrepressible obsession, they had long since lost any road of retreat.
Either they successfully seized the weapon Karsus had spoken of and saved the Netheril Empire on the brink of collapse, or they died charging at the Phaerimm.
At least that way, they would no longer have to suffer such torment of the mind.
But under Li Wei's intervention, this war—which had nearly spiraled beyond all control—was forcibly suppressed in the end by the collapse of Captain Blade's psychological defenses. Netheril's surviving Arcanists and the Silver Dragons of the Floating Mountain range were able to sit together "peacefully" in one hall, gaining a precious chance to communicate.
Still, anyone in their right mind could feel the incomparably oppressive atmosphere in the room.
To Netheril's Arcanists, these Silver Dragons were inextricably connected to the Phaerimm—the chief culprits behind their grievous losses!
And to the native Silver Dragons, these Spellcasters who called themselves Netherese had not only utterly destroyed the homeland they depended on for survival, but had nearly taken away the sacred dragon remains that served as their spiritual anchor. They were unreasonable invaders!
They had far, far too many reasons to beat each other's brains out.
But that was the bleak ending Li Wei absolutely did not want to see.
For him, one side consisted of elders who had saved his life and bestowed an inheritance upon him during his exploration of the Netheril Magic Ship, while the other was very likely his never-met "fellow countrymen." It had been an impossible choice from the start.
More importantly, if he truly allowed them to fight until one side was dead, he