"Whatever you do, keep it at the forefront of your mind that we are ascending soon. Once we arrive in the upper realm, the slate is wiped clean. We will work only with those who successfully make the journey with us.
A faction that boasts hundreds of thousands of masters here, but only manages to ascend ten or a dozen, is a failure in my eyes. Do not build for the present; build for the future that awaits."
William's words landed with a heavy thud. Those who had grasped his intentions long ago, his old friends like Lang, the girls, and the veteran masters who had been with him since the beginning, simply offered calm, knowing smiles.
They had already shifted their mindsets. Yet, for the newer faction leaders who hadn't realised the sheer scale of the ascension, his words were startling. They looked at their massive units and suddenly felt a chill of inadequacy.
