Sand Spirit Great World.
"It has come."
The scale-like Sand Spirit Sage emerged within Prophet Desert, with the many Dominators of Sand Spirit Civilization standing behind him, their expressions incomparably grave.
"The Wind Catchers have already sent the news back to the alliance. As long as we hold on, this war..."
"No, Horad. We cannot win this war."
A servant with the head of a dog and the body of a man appeared beside the Sand Spirit Sage. He looked at Horad, his eyes filled only with resolve.
"It has come in person. We are not strong enough. We must preserve the fireseed."
"Sage, perhaps things have not..."
"I saw it!"
The Sand Spirit Sage's voice suddenly rose, vast as the might of heaven.
"I saw Sand Spirit Great World erupt in war, then be swallowed bit by bit by a colossal serpent. We do not have the power to change that future. Therefore, preserve the fireseed."
As he spoke, the Sand Spirit Sage came before Horad and suddenly produced a handful of sand.
"This is our homeland. If we cannot return, then wherever it falls shall become the Sand Spirits' new homeland."
"...I understand."
Horad looked around. At his side, the two Sand Spirit Emperors and the remaining Dragon Emperor were all watching him.
They had made plans. Should the worst happen, Horad and Sha Mantian would lead the Sand Spirits and Dragons away as the civilization's fireseed. As for the remaining Emperors, they would hold their ground like Emperors until they died in battle or the war ended.
"Horad, it is in your hands." The other Dragon Emperor smiled. "You are a wise one. The civilization's future needs Dragons like you to guide it."
Horad said nothing. He merely drew a claw across his chest.
This was a