"Good that they're wavering." Alchemy Crown smiled. "If they waver, fewer of us will die, and that monster will gain one less share of strength."
Though the war between the Wizards and the Star River Mayflies was raging like a prairie fire, the Truth Wizards all knew that war was not the outcome they wanted. It was merely the process by which they achieved their goal.
Curse Crown's disappearance weighed on the hearts of many Truth Wizards like a mountain.
In terms of combat power, Curse Crown might not have matched Shaping Crown or Alchemy Crown. But in terms of survival, neither Crown could compare to Curse Crown.
And now, Curse Crown and a host of Dominators had fallen into the Civilization Devourer's trap, with not even the faintest word coming out.
This forced the Truth Wizards to confront the Civilization Devourer's threat head-on.
"Miracle, any news from Curse?" Shaping Crown asked Richard.
Richard shook his head. "No. But I can confirm that Curse Crown has not died."
"As long as he isn't dead."
Shaping Crown rubbed his brow. As if recalling something, he spoke to Richard again.
"Miracle, quite a few reports have come in about your Titans over the years. That dragon is applying to send those Titans to the front lines. Have you seen it?"
Most of the Wizard legions were controlled by Wizards of the Shaping School, so the Truth Council's Military Department was essentially Shaping Crown's personal domain.
Any major movement within the Military Department had to pass his approval.
"Oh? Let me take a look."
Richard took his Crown Crystal Ball from his pocket. The moment he lit it up, Istaroth's report popped out.
Richard gave it a glance. Over six years, more than three hundred and twenty of the five hundred-odd Titans who