The member of Judgment panted, his voice filled with the bitterness of helplessness.
"You saw it too. People like us were gravely wounded in a single encounter. The Four Seats want to kill it too, but they can't.
[Sinful Karma] ended the epoch of the pinnacle. Back then, Judgment dismembered its body and only managed to put it to sleep at the cost of near extinction.
But that was only possible in an uninhabited star domain. If you want to protect the people behind you, simply raising your blade isn't enough. Nowhere near enough."
Judgment could pay a brutal price to destroy [Sinful Karma] once again, but by then, the End of the World would surely cease to exist.
[Those Without a Home] composed himself. "So there's only one way: find a way to evacuate the entire End of the World, completely."
No one responded after those words fell.
Because it couldn't be done.
Evacuating an entire civilization was probably something only the gods of legend could accomplish.
Blue Sea stared at that mass of dangerous liquid, doubt rising in his mind.
"How long has it been since [Sinful Karma] arrived here? Does a top-tier calamity need this much time to restore itself?"
Little White tilted their head. "Almost half an hour, I think."
Wisps of mist drifted over. Wu Yan, Ku Rong, and the others had successfully arrived, and heard those words as soon as they got there.
Wail's eyes widened. "Half an hour? Half an hour is enough for that thing to destroy eight Ends of the World. Are you sure?"
Little White nodded. "I'm sure. Oh, it's Little Fish! Have you dealt with the trouble on your end?"
"No. We've brought it under control for now."
Little Whale fell into thought, looking toward the hell of slashing