To those top-tier powers, heavenly prodigies were nothing but a joke.
A heavenly prodigy who had yet to grow was nothing at all.
"This era belongs to us. Those top-tier powers of the Demon Domain abandoned us, seeking to control the course of the entire great age. Even if we lose, our names will be passed down."
"They may control the great age, but they cannot control people's hearts."
"Someone will see everything we have done. Someone will see it. In the future, someone will surely settle the score with them."
Some heavenly prodigies muttered as though possessed. Everything they did had meaning—they were standing against all the top powers of the Demon Domain to protect the great age.
Even if they lost, they would leave behind a brilliant stroke in the annals of history.
"If they insist on driving us into a corner, then we fight! At worst, we die. We are the heavenly prodigies of this age. Those stowaways were born in the wrong era—that is their mistake. Why should we bear the consequences of their mistake?"
A heavenly prodigy shouted. Those stowaways had been born in the wrong era and missed the great age—what did that have to do with them? It was not their fault.
And now, it would have been one thing if the top powers of the Demon Domain had merely stood by and watched. But what did they do? Not only did they refuse to stand aside, they even sought to suppress their generation's heavenly prodigies to death.
All so those so-called stowaways could enjoy the benefits brought by the great age.
This great age clearly belonged to them, yet others were to enjoy it instead.
Anyone else might endure such a thing, but they could not. They—the protagonists of this era—could not.