The war between Anbord and the Dragon Empire had shaken the world. Well, there wasn't much left of the world, since there were only three habitable places, which were the three empires: Anbord, Alfheim, and the Dragon Empire.
So by the world, it was Alfheim, and some beings outside Debranlith. Some were gods, some were powerful Saints, some were aliens, and the like. They were all witnessing the current war, which, honestly, was too boring to be called a war. It was basically a beatdown for the Dragon Empire.
A war takes at least a month. Some went on for four months, even years, and centuries, but this war? It hadn't even been a day, and the outcome was clear for all to see. The Dragon Empire was the losing side. Even if by some miracle, Fafnir manages to kill Ethan, it wouldn't count much. As a matter of fact, he would die afterwards. The dragon emperor was more than just cornered as it stood.
