Romon looked around at the scenery.
After ten years of construction, this territory had become prosperous. Although war had broken out this year, driving most people back into the city and leaving the fields somewhat desolate, traces of that prosperity could still be seen.
This was the fruit of two hundred thousand people's toil over ten years.
The two territories were naturally different, yet when Romon saw this sight, he felt a sense of déjà vu. His own Tatshaw Territory had likewise flourished through arduous construction.
Especially this main city: its walls were high and thick, solemn and magnificent. Countless efforts must have gone into it.
With a god's ears, he heard hidden sobbing.
"Are you not planning to take these people with you?" Elno asked in a voice like thunder.
Elno had completely transformed into an enormous Golden Dragon!
He was a full thirty meters long, his heavy golden scales layered tightly over one another, reflecting dazzling light. Smacking his lips, he blew a few sparks from his nostrils and asked.
"They cannot bear to leave their homeland. Since they are unwilling to go, I will not force them," Romon said.
Perhaps, to these people, enduring hunger, cold, and sacrifice for their homeland was worthwhile. But they would never know that they would never have another chance.
"What a heartless deity!" Elno snorted coldly.
Romon fell silent. His gaze swept over the surroundings, and rare traces of wistfulness and melancholy appeared in his eyes.
"Your Highness Romon, is this world truly going to be destroyed?" Elno raised his head to look at the dark clouds overhead and asked.
"Yes, it will certainly be destroyed." Romon smiled, though his smile was somewhat strained. He let out a soft sigh, and at that moment, his figure seemed somewhat bleak.
Because he