"It seems the Supreme Will was unable to succeed."
"Damned it, I didn't expect the opponent to deploy the Mother River against us."
Everyone understood that the power of the Supreme Wills was evenly matched.
No one could defeat another; no one could kill another.
Otherwise, the stable configuration of the Four Great Giants would never have been established.
As the Nightmare Will gradually calmed, the Master of Horror cautiously asked:
"Lord, what shall we do next?"
The Nightmare Will replied:
"Prepare the armies. Expedition to Nora."
The Master of Horror was startled.
"We have only just ended a failed expedition; in Nora, we hold neither the advantage of time nor terrain. Even if we seize Nora, the price we must pay will be enormous."
The Nightmare Will retorted:
"Should we just sit here and passively wait?"
The Master of Horror said:
