However, she couldn't ascertain whether this was the wrath of the Father of Heaven along with the other Old Gods, or a lingering effect caused by Ethan's magic.

Some of the elders made suggestions, proposing that they offer the souls of those sacrifices to the Old Gods as a "backup ticket," but before the situation was clear, no one wished to take on the role of the villain; they all remembered Heisenberg's parting words.

Tearing open a rift in space with magic was clearly an act beyond human capability.

If Heisenberg became a chosen one and found out about their defiance, their lives afterward would be extremely bleak.

Hence, the elders came up with the idea of taking a step back.

The law does not punish the multitude, so they intended to involve the War Council and the Consortium's top brass, making decisions through negotiation.

"I understand."

Nightmare made a decision.

The three-party meeting is an important tradition of the dungeon, only convened when facing urgent major issues, when the leaders of the three forces gather together.

Previously, they would only hold meetings in the event of foreign invasions.

The War Council and the Consortium soon responded; they seemed to be waiting for someone to take the lead.

The leaders had all observed changes in the abyss, chilling changes that brought ominous premonitions.

The representative from the Lofic Consortium was Echo, who had become the visible agent of the Consortium after Flor lost power in internal conflicts.

Always the second-in-command depending on others.

This was Nightmare's impression of Echo; during Flor's reign, she was always Flor's right hand, and it wasn't long before she got close to Ethan, an outsider, clearly ready for her "next home."

Echo still wore her somewhat flamboyant makeup, her face always maintaining a formulaic smile.

"We should wait until they return to make a decision."

Echo clearly stated her stance.

"But what if they don't return? What if others return instead?"

The representative of the War Council spoke with a heavy face.

"Do you know something?"

Nightmare asked.

Seeing the burly man hesitating to speak, Echo echoed, "It's a critical period now; only by exchanging information promptly can everyone get through this hardship."

This is the benefit of Kaisaros' followers; they are always direct, a group of fanatical war profiteers.

They find it hard to keep secrets in their hearts.

Echo knew exactly how to pry open the mouths of Kaisaros' followers—before the Ophira incident, they had already made many attempts.

"You just need to know things aren't looking great on that side."

"We need a more detailed explanation."

"The result of the first trial... seems like all three failed."

"Impossible, this doesn't align with the tradition of the festival!"

Nightmare blurted out.

The festival is meant to select a chosen one approved by all three Old Gods, themselves meticulously picked out. Based on their current information, the difficulty of the trial is variable; if the three candidates are evenly matched and fiercely competing, the pressure brought by the trial environment increases. If a winner is decided early among the candidates, with two dying in the first trial, then subsequent trials become easy.

Since the traditional birth of the festival, there has never been a scenario where all participants die.

"But we didn't adhere to the festival tradition."

This war maniac actually showed an expression of trepidation, "For a moment, I observed... observed the wrath of the Father of War."

It was an unimaginable rage, as if to drive the whole world to its end.

Even though he was used to war and slaughter, the flashing fragments scared him into paralysis.

He seemed to see the dead Warlord and the sun swallowed by darkness, with the sky and land torn apart, letting the darkness on the other side of the rift consume everything.

But he couldn't comprehend what really happened during the trial from these shattered fragments.

Why did the Warlord die?

Who could possibly end the Father of War's creations?

His inner anxiety grew as he didn't believe offering a few "lambs" would quell such wrath.

"We must prepare for the possibility of their complete failure."

The man said.

If it comes to that, what emerges from the rift could be the creation of one of the Old Gods.

He inquired, "What about you? Did you not observe any anomalies?"

"The Father of Heaven's creations are acting unusually, launching attacks on the creations of other Old Gods."

This is not something the Elder Council can control. For the dungeon, the creations of the Old Gods in the wilderness are a natural barrier. In human eyes, they are roaming beasts, not domesticated pets. Except for the Old Gods who created them, no one can control their behavior.

"Nothing happened on my side."

Echo shrugged, "Then let's vote. I vote opposing. He will surely vote in favor, so the final decision is in your hands, Miss Nightmare Witch."

Nightmare frowned.

They truly are followers of Sincaro, directly tossing this hot potato at her.

"I..."

Nightmare hesitated to speak; the War Council brought bad news. Though she didn't believe that Ethan and Lindong's abilities would perish in the first trial, things were undeniably heading toward a terrible direction.

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