David, clad in the Chaos half-deity armor, stood quietly atop the walls of the Royal Capital, his gaze deep and star-like in its calmness and sharpness.
In recent days, he had been weighing the pros and cons, meticulously assessing the situation: the Holy Light Church was gradually recovering from the shadow of a disastrous defeat, gathering an even larger and more ferocious army to launch a new round of bloody crusades; meanwhile, the local situation was not yet stable, with countless residual forces urgently needing to consolidate the defense lines. However, he knew well that waiting passively would only lead to becoming a passive target, slowly being consumed. Only by taking the initiative could the deadlock be broken.
