"Descendants of the Augustus family... you have misunderstood something. I have already fulfilled my promise."
The vacant eye, outlined by a mass of distorted lines, floats in the air of the Hall of Mysteries. Although it lacks any expression or demeanor, a strong sense of mockery, even derision, emanates from every tiny variation of it. It's as if the malice accumulated and disguised for two hundred years finally reveals its true face, accompanied by unapologetic ridicule.
"I only promised to help you weaken the War God and create an opportunity for your final strike—I never promised to weaken him to a specific extent or guaranteed success. And I already created the opportunity for you just now, but alas... you failed to seize it."
