The God of Thousand Faces wore his familiar, roguish smile.
"Alright, Thousand Faces. Keep quiet for a moment; no one will think you're mute."
"Besides, this civilization is indeed powerful, but they don't have communication methods as convenient as ours."
"Furthermore, within this civilization, the subordinates of that Lord of the Black Prison don't have as close a relationship as we do."
"Internal strife is an eternal truth of any civilization, let alone a Race that feeds on negative energy."
"So, it's understandable why they haven't launched a sustained offensive against Lord Nidhogg's world. Their internal struggles are undoubtedly severe. Any other possibilities are irrelevant to us at this point."
"In short, faced with such a civilization, what do the three of you think now?"
The Mother of All Things, Samantha, looked at Lince, the God of All Machines, and the God of Thousand Faces and asked seriously.
