Ye Buyu rolled her eyes.
"Now that you feel safe, you can make snide remarks, huh? What exactly is going on with [War]?"
"Well..." Little Whale's gaze wandered. "Think about it. It's called War, so of course it was drawn here by war. Sure, yours was a special-effects war, but your rotten luck really wasn't doing you any favors, so I was sent over to take you somewhere safe."
The Six gathered around, folded their arms, and stared down at it through lowered eyelids.
Dodging the main issue, are you? Want to think that answer over?
Little Whale broke into a sweat, tapped its fins together, and spoke quietly.
"Um... we were actually already trying to stop it, but this lunatic was just too insane. It blew itself up outright, then planned to use war to reconstitute itself.
"There was nothing we could do. War has never ceased in this world. Even though we gravely wounded it twelve times, we still couldn't kill it for good. This lunatic is far too good at staying alive. Originally, under our plans and with Judgment's cooperation, there hadn't been a large-scale war in a long time.
"So although that lunatic wasn't dead, it couldn't stir up much trouble either. But then..."
Little Whale looked speechlessly at the Six. It had already prepared itself for this: once these six appeared, they were bound to change the situation, and everything would converge on them, consciously or otherwise.
But it hadn't expected it to happen so soon.
"You..."
Ye Buyu told a brazen lie with righteous conviction.
"This has nothing to do with us. Who knew the person in charge of the Rift would want to work with us? Who knew [War] would show up at a time like this? We're innocent victims too."
She even