Yet no matter what the Fox tried, no matter how many countless waves of monsters he hurled against the iron-clad perimeter of the Fox Guild and the Blue Purgators, the end result was already concluded in William's favour.
The momentum of fate had shifted. By the passage of a few more days on this gruelling, bloody pattern, William finally reached the end of his grand plan. He laid down the last set of formations, and the final needles and spears went deep into the core of the world, carrying his dual spirit elements there.
"Now it's time to shut down your access to this world, bastard!" William growled, his voice raspy but resonant with power.
He hadn't realised the full extent of the chaos on the surface at first; the depths of the formation work had required a meditative trance that isolated his senses.
