"Perhaps you would have been if I had people who couldn't do what you plan..."
Lord Ravernor said, taking the phone from the kneeling Van before rising to his feet and walking toward the edge of the roof.
"You said you aimed to take back the imprisoned people of Tale."
"Since I don't recognize that city's name, it's probably a low-level city, isn't it?"
He asked, though no reply came.
"Then, your aim is simple. So simple it's in fact inconsequential."
"How is it inconsequential?"
The feminine voice echoed from the other side as the man smiled coldly, looking forward at the broken ruins of the battlefield.
"You both harbor a dream that is harbored by millions: A dream of saving the world."
"But even though there are indeed millions who want the same thing, Tale City is still invaded, and nothing has been done, even though it has the wishes of a million."
"You know why? Because you all are powerless!"
"It's easy to wish. Anyone can. But pulling it off is the real deal."
