Many factors determined whether a faction could endure smoothly.
A wise leader, an atmosphere of unity against a common enemy, and a stable order that inspired longing.
But important as these factors were, none was essential. As long as one condition was met, the faction would endure.
That was-absolute power.
Smiling, Hingko stood respectfully beside Roland and spoke in a voice as clear as an oriole's song.
"From this moment onward, the Elves Alliance will officially become part of the Elchea Alliance. From military strength to the specifics of governance, everything will be decided by your word alone."
"The Dwarves Alliance will do the same."
Perhaps because his feelings were so complicated, Roni did not display his usual eloquence, instead echoing his sworn enemy's words with considerable reserve.
The reason was simple.
At this point, even the most astonishing wisdom could accomplish nothing.
Resisting an enemy who could erase them with a single blow was nothing short of a joke.
Even their creator had agreed to this condition. For the Dwarves, this gave it an unassailable legitimacy, so no opposition arose at all.
Although having the Dwarves and Elves make this decision on behalf of the other allied races was inevitably something of an overreach, both the arrogant Dragonia and the stubborn Giants tacitly accepted it as a way to step down gracefully.
Following the crowd and admiring strength-at this moment, these instincts in living creatures had nothing to do with differences between races.
With the tide of war now sweeping everything along, they had no other choice to begin with. Remaining neutral between just two factions required real ability.
Moreover, their enemy was a weapon of war that had already exterminated many races. The Elchea Alliance, which was still willing to accept outside races, was already the best faction