"And here is the Endless Sea."
After Alka spoke, he closed his mouth and looked at the phantom dragon shadow atop the throne.
"Has the outside world really become like this?"
The dragon shadow on the throne remarked slightly, with a sense of lament.
"So many selfish abandoners, betrayers."
"In the era of my existence, what a splendid age it was! Among the endless starry realms, we were the pinnacle of existence.
The World Mother nurtured all things, so generous."
"These traitors who have forsaken the Mother God destroyed the world in their selfishness, without even considering redemption, instead choosing to leave."
As he spoke, the dragon shadow shook its head.
Even as a phantom shadow, everyone could clearly feel his anger, his resentment, his helplessness.
"Can you tell us why the war among the Divine reached such a fierce level?" Lucilia asked directly on Alka's shoulder.
"Of course," the Dragon King replied directly.
