"Leader, the Interstellar Hyenas have been defeated."
"The northern stronghold has been completely uprooted, and the Interstellar Hyenas themselves have fled in panic, currently whereabouts unknown."
"But from the situation at hand, the possibility of them making a comeback is very slim."
Within the Alliance Army's territory.
Subordinates were reporting the situation to Mass, who sat in the main seat.
"This day has finally come."
After hearing the report, Mass stood up from his seat.
He was wearing heavy War Armor, making it difficult for people to see his true face, and because of the War Helmet covering his head, his voice became much deeper.
"Master, do we need to take any measures?" the subordinate asked again.
"There's nothing to prepare for." Mass shook his head, placing both hands on the end of a silver longsword's hilt.
"If it's a battle, let them come."
"Let's see who the ultimate victor is, who is the true winner of the 'Sandbox Game'."
