Chaos Lands, Deep Valley.
Tyr, Rogg, Osoe, and Vasias had gathered at Tyr's Monarch Shop to discuss the impending invasion by the Godhunter Alliance. As time passed, all four received reports confirming that the alliance's twelve commanders had assembled outside the Chaos Lands.
War could break out at any moment. The Four Great Monarchs had also brought the leaders of the various large and small factions under their command and secretly prepared for battle. All the vicious fiends of the Chaos Lands had stopped fighting one another during this period, while Wind Spirits appeared everywhere, lurking in the shadows to gather information.
"Osoe, you're on good terms with Brian. Do you know why he still hasn't come this time?" Tyr looked displeased. He had sent people to Demon-Hidden Valley time and again to invite Han Shuo over for discussions, only for Stassom to turn them away on the grounds that his master was in seclusion, contemplating his cultivation. Now that they had definite news that the Godhunter Alliance was about to act, Han Shuo still hadn't come. No matter how one looked at it, that was hardly acceptable.
Osoe shook his head. "I sent someone over too and received the same answer you did. It seems Brian must be at a critical point in his cultivation. Well, we've already settled his position long ago. He should know what he needs to do, and perhaps he's already made the necessary arrangements."
"I hope so!" Tyr snorted and said unhappily, "If his side collapses at the first blow, those Godhunters will be able to march straight into Deep Valley. None of our five sides can afford any negligence. Osoe, since you're on good terms with Brian, I hope you'll send someone to notify him again. Tell him the Godhunters will attack any