Even if the dream of a united world drew closer, William's focus remained on the three broken men before him. The unification was a matter of logistics; the truth was a matter of survival.
"But first, I need something from you," William said suddenly. His voice was jarringly casual, cutting through the heavy silence of the plaza. He didn't even bother to raise his head from the scroll he was meticulously studying.
"Tell me the entire story of the monsters that hired you to come here. I want the names, the dates, the locations—tell me everything."
William was acutely aware that this was the pivot point of history. If he could unveil the mystery of this shadowy alliance, the path to total continental unification would be clear.
However, he refused to underestimate this foe. This was the same entity that had successfully orchestrated the total downfall of civilisation in his past life. For years, he had operated under a fundamental misconception.
