That person lowered his head and said:
"Your Eminence, if we are fortunate enough to survive and build a city in the forbidden land that no country wants to explore, will you take back the power you granted to us?"
"I will."
"And if we are willing to use the blood of several generations to cultivate that land, to wash away our sins, and swear not to step out of the forbidden land for a thousand years?"
"If that's the case, I allow you to borrow my power until death."
"And if we are willing to spend a lifetime building a city to imprison the most heinous criminals, to confine the disruptive elements within the city for the sake of the stars?"
"Do you think you can achieve that?"
"The stains washed away by the blood of three generations. If you are still willing to temper the descendants of us sinners..."
He pressed his head against the land of the Martial Realm, speaking with a voice both resigned and resolute:
