"Brother, do we really have to do this?"
The Sky Mother Nest towered nearly ten thousand meters above the Calm Belt, its massive form hidden within a thick sea of white clouds.
Without a one-in-ten-million stroke of luck, the only way to find it was to obtain its coordinates.
In the high-tech control room, Abraham hesitated. He had a general idea of some of NESTS' research.
But he did not know what it was meant for.
The withering agent was also called the "Red Agent" or "orange agent" because of its distinctive color.
He knew what a terrible disaster it would bring if it spread across the sea.
It would not kill people outright, but it would cause widespread chaos and indirectly lead to countless deaths.
Just look at how many people had starved to death on the Red Line.
The World Government, already mired in its own troubles, had no energy to spare for their deaths.
The famine was still ongoing.
The surviving residents either had the strength and connections to claim a little of what remained, escaped to the Four Seas on their own, or waited to die.
Or they were sold by the World Government to various Affiliated Nations.
Labor was a precious resource.
"Didn't you know what it would do when we started making it, Abraham?"
"Chaos is the staircase to our Throne!"
Ignis glanced at his younger brother. Abraham's reaction was no surprise to him.
After all, the Royal Family of the Kronos Kingdom had never taught them how to be tyrants.
Each of them had grown up at the Royal Military Academy alongside the Kingdom's people.
Abraham was hardly kindhearted, but he still had some sense of morality. He could not remain unmoved by a disaster that might kill countless people.
Especially when they