Hearing these words, the three ghost kings were dazed. Although Roman only said two sentences, they could sense the underlying helplessness and sorrow within it.
Indeed, if they ultimately failed, the enemy nations would not only destroy Darsia completely but also erase any trace of its existence.
Centuries later, the people on this planet wouldn't remember that there was once a huge nation named Darsia, nor will they recall Darsia's Upper Realms and Underworld. Being completely forgotten was more sorrowful than dying.
If Francis returned to fight alongside them, that would be great. If not, at least he could hide somewhere, and he would still remember Darsia's Three Realms!
"Your Majesty, I was being narrow-minded." Dawson spoke first, slightly bowing.
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