"Let's raise the stakes… shall we?"
The Dragon and the Demon exchanged bewildered glances at Anthony's cryptic words, yet he offered no clarification. Instead, his lips parted, and his voice carried forth with an almost chilling authority.
"All human cultists, aid the military. Do not perish at the hands of your newfound foes; if you must fall, ensure they fall with you. Detonate yourselves, leave nothing behind."
At his command, every human cultist, regardless of age, mana rank, or gender, halted as if frozen in time, their focus shifting in an instant.
Anthony's words carried the weight and finality of divine decree. In that moment, he might as well have been a god among humans, for not a single cultist hesitated or resisted. They obeyed without question, as though they had been his loyal subordinates from the very beginning.
