Akai's eyes sharpened as he heard those words. It was an extremely dangerous approach, reckless even, as they would be betting everything they had in a single blow. Yet, despite its audacity, the plan was also brutally straightforward. If they truly possessed the strength to carry it out, the chances of success were not insignificant. After all, if they managed to kill the Sacred Kings and most of the Lords of the Vorometallicae Race, the world itself would be thrown into chaos.
The destruction of such powerful beings would shake the very foundations of reality. Even if, by some miracle, the Vorometallicae Race managed to survive, they would no longer pose a threat for thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands of years. By any measure, it would be a victory beyond reckoning. Yet, despite the potential glory, many things still troubled Akai.
"Are you familiar with the power of the Sacred Kings?" he finally asked, his voice low and cautious.
