Only after watching the effeminate young man leave did the Continent Lord of the Bit Continent turn to the remaining Ten Factions and say calmly, "There are always people looking to steal the fruits of our labor. They don't dare lead the charge. They just want to sit back and watch the tigers fight."
"They just want to watch us fight from a safe distance."
"Then find a chance to swoop in and reap the benefits."
"But..."
"As long as we have enough people, once we've dealt with the Mortal Domain, we can easily spare the forces to make sure nobody steals our spoils."
"Our objective is simple."
"After observing it for a year, we've determined that the Mortal Domain is a continent with tremendous potential. It could very well become the King of the War Mire. We must snuff it out before it grows and seize its opportunities."
"The moment the Mortal Domain enters the War Mire..."
"Will be the day war begins."
"We'll strike without any warning. Whoever lands first gets every opportunity in the territory they land on. Everyone earns their share through their own abilities. How does that sound?"
His words faded.
Everyone fell silent. Nobody spoke, but the fact that nobody left meant they all agreed with the proposal.
In truth, a proposal wasn't even necessary.
They had pretty much all been thinking the same thing.
Besides eliminating their greatest competitor, there was another crucial reason: the continents in the Core Area were all roughly equal in strength. They had never been able to determine the King of the War Mire, the ultimate victor.
And the Eternal Night Continent...
Was a continent brimming with opportunities.
A continent very likely to possess an "ancient supreme treasure."
A continent almost certain to grow stronger and stronger in