But what is the price?
The price is... unpredictable risk.
Once they fail, there will be no turning back.
They might achieve a great victory, but they might also be utterly defeated.
This means that countless compatriots might be completely annihilated in this battle, and the centuries of perseverance might be destroyed in an instant.
The last spark of the Divine Kingdom might be extinguished.
The persistence of a millennium will turn to ashes under the flames, erasing all past efforts.
Everything they fought for, endured, and even distorted might lose its meaning.
Is it really worth it?
"Legion Commander, are you... serious?"
Julia spoke with difficulty, her voice carrying a tremor even she hadn't noticed.
Are we really going to do this?
"..."
The Legion Commander finally turned around completely, his towering figure casting a massive shadow in the dim light, enveloping Julia entirely.
