Reymon looked at the Golden Rebirth fruits the two elders held as he spoke, more to himself than to his audience.
"With what we have now, we're still not strong enough to strike back at those cursed Tree Devils. Those evil bastards invade us every century, slaughter our people, and leave whenever they wish, as if our world is theirs to play with.
"What's worse is the fact that they do all that without a just cause. And we… we can only watch."
The grand master of the Grand Martial Hall ground his teeth as a painful memory surfaced—one of the personal tragedies caused by the Tree Devils. He clenched his fists as he continued.
"I refuse to accept such a one-sided massacre. Because of this external enemy, I now see every Sharangian as one of my people. I may sound hypocritical—I have used the Grand Martial Hall to suppress many low-level martial artists to maintain my dominion—but I do it for what I believe is the greater good.
