At one of the Society's bases on the Central Plateau of the Northern Continent.
"That is our next course of action. We will continue sending supplies and arms to the Southern Continent..."
Antigonus looked around at his colleagues, some silent and others frowning, and announced their upcoming arrangements.
"Is this really a good idea?" someone objected.
"The situation in Balam is far more complicated than we imagined. Loen's offensive is extremely fierce. Are we really going to keep wasting resources on the Southern Continent?"
"Exactly."
On the left side of the long table, an elegant woman with scarlet eyes nodded in agreement.
"More importantly, the Numinous Episcopate's performance has been nothing short of abysmal." She gave a cold laugh, her tone dripping with scorn.
"Heh, to borrow Jowes's words, they're a lost cause."
"I thought they would quickly concentrate their forces and catch Loen off guard before being crushed. Instead, even now, they're still trapped in factional disputes, fighting each other over their pitiful scraps of power."
Many of those present nodded in agreement.
Several members of the Treasury Department even brought out their ledgers and began arguing against the aid from the perspectives of economics and resource conversion efficiency.
"I don't deny any of what you've said..."
Listening to his colleagues' complaints, Antigonus sighed.
"We've worked with Sia Palenque Eggers for many years. It's true that, as a descendant of Death, she has failed to fully unite the Numinous Episcopate, and her own condition has never been particularly good..."
"Because of its fractured faith and historical circumstances, the Numinous Episcopate itself has also failed to escape that degenerate state completely. In that respect, its current level of organization doesn't even match the old Church of Death."
After Death fell, the Society had sheltered many descendants of the Eggers Family