"With the simultaneous downfall of our Seven Great Thrones, as a sacrifice for the Blood King's ascent to absolute rule... also, by putting on a performance that is intimidating enough to deter external enemies, achieving two birds with one stone... it truly suits your consistent style, Soul King... but, is it worth it?" The voice of the Fungus King carried emotions of complexity.
"It is worth it." This time, it was not the Soul King who responded, but the Erosion King, enveloped in an aura of decay beside them, a voice firm and decisive:
"The glory and continuance of the individual are light as dust before the survival of the clan. If our complete vanishing can exchange for a future where the Spirit Breath Clan is integrated, unified, and devoid of internal strife, even creating a deterrence that external enemies dare not easily invade, this is the value of our existence."
The silhouette of the Dark King nodded slightly in the shadows:
