Gradually, the light in the statue's eyes faded away.
Blood-red mist coiled around the horns, and dark red rust trickled down from the seams, resembling congealed bloodstains.
The silver cup held in its stone claws was filled with black grease, with fragments resembling cow hooves floating on the surface, making a sticky sound as they bobbed with the oil.
"Finally, it has calmed down."
"The field has dissipated again."
The Council President wiped away sweat and encouraged himself, managing a bitter smile, "Alas, those humans also have a 'Ghost', their strength is indeed far superior to ours. This time, we lost without grievance, and there's no need for everyone to be upset."
"But no matter what, we've already sent out the signal for our trump card. It should still have some effect."
"Let's go to the frontlines for negotiations!"
...
And so, one after another, the spacecraft flew to the designated location in Green Grass City to begin diplomatic negotiations.
