"So, they've finally decided to stop running in circles with us?"
Hundreds of light-years away, as the Titans stepped out from Subspace one after another.
The leading Titan spoke, his gaze darkening.
"It seems that old dragon has decided on a fight to the death with us."
"He's probably set up some preparations in that area."
"But in the end, it all comes down to Power. Arrangements or not, everything depends on raw strength!"
The Shadow Titan grinned.
"Be that as it may, if a real fight breaks out, who knows how many of these Bloodline descendants behind us will make it back alive," the elderly Titan said grimly.
"How many make it back alive? With us here, they don't have to worry about being sealed. If they die, they die. It's nothing more than a few years to resurrect. Losing a few won't harm our race."
"Besides, a battle like this will temper these guys. Otherwise, they'll really start to think it's natural to reap rewards they didn't sow."
