With Thor's promise in hand, a hint of a smile flashed across Douglas's eyes.
It was the smug satisfaction of someone who had everything under control.
He looked north. In Douglas's eyes, the Eye of the Abyss stood out as brightly as the sun in the sky.
But at that moment, the conspicuous presence was shrouded in a thick aura of death.
Viewed through Death Weaving Thread, the Abyss looked like a ball of yarn made entirely of death.
Its tangled strands spread from the deepest part of the sea, like a drowning traveler desperately trying to grab every piece of floating debris in sight.
Douglas looked away. Since the Wizards here wanted to pour another bottle of poison into the Abyss to speed its death, he could cooperate.
After all, the Abyss had already begun to act. Death was dancing at the convergence of worlds.
Douglas could already make out, albeit vaguely, the direction the worlds were heading.
Though he was more inclined to observe the Eye of the Abyss's destruction, in the end, whoever survived and whoever succumbed to death would both benefit him.
But in truth, he privately hoped most for a third outcome. That was why he had been so careful to conceal his identity and balance the two sides' strength and trump cards.
Oh, right. There was one other crucial item.
Douglas looked at Thor, who returned his gaze with equal wariness.
Suddenly, he broke the standoff. "I found an interesting structure beneath the island."
"That's the Mechanical Heart. It's the source of power that lets this sky city float in the air." Thor shared what he knew. "Its energy source is rather unusual. All the low-tier Wizards who die become fuel for it."
The three people opposite him showed no surprise at Thor's explanation.