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Temporary base of the Human Race at the rear.
The Grand Elder of the Human Race stood in the hall, utterly bewildered, with a heart full of anxiety.
The period for rotating guard in the war zone hadn't expired, yet a withdrawal order from higher up had abruptly called everyone back to the rear, entirely unexpectedly.
"To adjust defenses without warning, what's the reason behind this?"
The Grand Elder furrowed his brows deeply, his heart anxious and uneasy:
"If we don't find out the reason, everyone in the tribe will be unsettled."
He had already utilized all human relations, tracing the source all the way back from the Ninth Combat Zone center.
In the end, he only got a vague response—it was personally ordered by the high command of the alliance.
"High command of the alliance?"
The Grand Elder's heart stirred, immediately locking onto the only possibility.
