When Hephis finished demonstrating three distinctly different opening strategies, his expression turned playful:
"Of course, these are all relatively 'quality' choices, but considering your disappointing philosophical answer just now..."
He let out a cold laugh, grabbing a chaotic tangle of racial prototypes from the edge of the sandbox:
"I think this is more suitable for an 'idealistic' poet like you."
With his movement, what appeared before Ron was a group of [Hybrid Nomads] with varied forms that seemed completely random.
These creatures were clearly the product of multiple racial mixes:
Some possessed the strength of Beastmen but lacked their discipline;
Some had the agility of Elves but not their grace;
Others inherited the adaptability of Humans but also their shortsightedness.
"Hybrid Nomads, what a fitting metaphor."
Hephis's tone was full of sarcasm:
"Just like your mishmash of philosophical views—wanting everything but pure in nothing."
