"This is a war."
Chen Ze's words thundered in everyone's ears, leaving them rooted to the spot.
Then his tone shifted, and he clapped his hands. "But it isn't a war you can take part in. Someone's coming to pick you up ahead. It's time to say goodbye."
Chen Ze walked up to Ye Buyu, his expression serious. "I won't ask about anything else. I have just one question: can you bring their souls back to the Present World?"
Ye Buyu nodded silently. "Yes."
"Phew..." Chen Ze let out a long breath. "Then I'll leave them in your care for now."
The communicator on his wrist kept flashing, delivering one battle report after another.
"All right, I should go.
We originally intended to use the Withered Glory Theatre to expose the hidden dangers of the River of Forgetfulness, bringing ordinary people's despair and the Awakened's repression into the open so everyone in the Present World would start considering the possibility of reform.
But you did more than we imagined. That new power was a miracle we never anticipated. Your mission is over. Leave the rest to us."
The pitch-black crow spread its wings and delivered everyone to Si Weijian and He Min, who had come to meet them. Chen Ze waved casually, then turned and headed for the battlefield.
Everyone stared after Chen Ze, unable to collect themselves for a long time. This was a pillar of Great Xia.
He had silently taken control of the whole situation. Beneath the seemingly tranquil surface lay a blade about to leave its sheath, moving like thunder to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy at the crucial moment.
The Withered Glory Theatre's play ended with the beginning of a war.
The lingering shock made the people of the Present World begin to