In the early winter of Sea Circle Calendar 1517, the Chang'an left the harbor of Mary Geoise, leaving that vast city shrouded in power and shadow behind. On deck, Chen Yu stood facing the wind, his black robes snapping in the cold gusts. The outline of the Red Line gradually blurred in the distance, like a dormant behemoth. Though all was peaceful for the moment, it still radiated a heart-pounding sense of pressure.
"My lord, although our proposal for the West Blue Free Trade Zone did not pass, securing formal recognition was already the best possible outcome." Guo Jia walked up beside Chen Yu, gently waving his feather fan. Uxie's Power flowed through his eyes as he reviewed the gains and losses of the Reverie. "The Five Elders took a hard line, but they have not reached an internal consensus. Moreover, the Revolutionary Army's large-scale operation has tied up much of their attention. In the short term, they should be unable to launch a full-scale offensive against our Hua Country."
Chen Yu nodded slightly, gazing deeply out over the boundless sea. "You are right, Fengxiao. The World Government's authority has accumulated over eight hundred years. Its roots run deep; it cannot be shaken overnight. At this conference, we made our stance clear, demonstrated our strength, and showed some nations another possibility. That is enough." Through Arceus's Power, he could sense a delicate balance taking shape. Hua Country was like a stone cast into a still lake, its ripples quietly spreading.
Guan Yu stroked his long beard, a keen gleam held within his Phoenix Eyes. "Elder brother, though the World Government has retreated for now, Cipher Pol under its command keeps haunting us. I fear the journey home will not be peaceful either." Rayquaza's power made his perception of air currents