Land of the Far North, somewhere.
A group of people gathered together, watching the projected image before them—on the screen, Hilia was smashing the heretic's self-destruction dream, blow after blow.
It wasn't until the footage ended that a strange laughter sounded.
"Hehehe, how amusing—your dream of awakening the gods got shattered by someone."
The figure in an icy white robe glanced at the person in a deep blue robe and said blandly, "Heh, your dream of summoning the Sea Successor ended up with someone fishing all your fish away. You don't even know who did it."
From within the deep blue robe came a bizarre laugh: "At least the one who fished away the Sea Successor was a hidden Legendary Mage. Unlike you, who got crushed by a little girl. Quite a loss, huh? So many years of scheming, and most of it shattered. Hehehe…"
"Hmph, didn't you lose your god-given Spiritual Object and a Divine Envoy blessed by the gods?"
"Your dream got shattered by a little girl."
