The Blazing King sat down.
He had considerable patience when faced with unusual situations.
He was very cautious; he could afford to wait.
Finally, a subordinate reported, "Chief, a message from Blazing Eyes! The million souls of the Seven-Eyed Race who participated in the ritual have all perished! According to on-site speculation, the emergence of a treasure must have triggered a massive cataclysm in the Star Sea. Everyone present died in a Celestial Calamity, not even their bones remain."
A Celestial Calamity...
'That makes it much easier to accept. Our own failure was certainly frustrating, but the enemy's even greater failure is invigorating.'
'Not even their bones remain...'
'So, the million members of the Seven-Eyed Race are all dead, and the only survivors are those on the fringes. In that case, are they still worthy of possessing such a vast Star Domain? Their heritage and legacy can't be allowed to go to waste, can they?'
'Also,'
