"So that's it. Earth's Ultimate One..."
Roland stroked his chin pensively.
He had begun to understand Crimson Moon's thinking.
The Planet Will's goal was very simple: to continue its existence under better conditions.
The Earth's close proximity and the Moon's desolation had made Crimson Moon's invasion of Earth inevitable.
So, after her attempt to enter the fray herself, sweep across the land by force, and destroy humanity had failed, she had immediately changed course.
Ultimately, even though she had been defeated, and even rendered incapable of rising again by the two Counter Forces working together in almost every World Line,
But her identity as the Lunar Will meant that Crimson Moon was no hired hand like the Counter Guardians, but a player who likewise transcended the Timeline.
When dealing with her, Gaia and Alaya formed an unshakable united front.
Yet clear conflicts still existed between the two.
A glorious future in which humanity and Earth advanced hand in hand was a miracle that was unlikely to appear even after exhausting every possible development of the Timelines.
That irreconcilable contradiction was Crimson Moon's opportunity.
Invasion was not merely a matter of seizing territory. It was a protracted struggle.
Since she could not win head-on, she would use the fertile ground of that conflict to quietly sow her seeds, learn from Alaya's successful example, and replace them from within.
Time meant very little to celestial bodies, anyway.
In fact, Crimson Moon had bet correctly.
As long as she behaved herself and did not cross the red line of resurrection, both Counter Forces had taken rather ambiguous attitudes toward the True Ancestors, that unresolved legacy of history, leaving room for the birth of the Earth Princess, a dangerous instrument capable of dismantling both sides from within.
"If that's the case, you really do