So he stepped back, revealing the altar.
The altar, raised from the earth, looked incredibly crude.
Yet it could communicate with the Great World's Great Power, requesting intervention.
This was the hint given by the system.
Clearly it was a glimmer of hope when facing an incomparable foe.
But he felt no joy.
Because the cost was too great, it couldn't possibly be made up by development time.
The supreme treasure of the Small World, this was nurtured alongside the birth of the Small World, an Innate Object, like a sibling born with the Small World, possibly even nurtured before its birth.
Irreplaceable, no way to nurture it again.
Once lost, it's lost forever.
Yet, what else could be done?
In this world, it always believed its side had an unbeatable advantage, Immortal.
Invasion of other worlds might be lacking, but self-preservation wasn't an issue.
Now, it's all become a joke.
