Of course, most of it still comes from the Night Watcher’s cheap goods, greatly reducing the "anger" of the tribes.

The Foxman representative, Vera, gently tapped the table with her claw, her voice carrying a kind of shrewd smoothness: "Lord Rom, calm down. General Blake mentioned the Void Apocalypse. Naturally, we all felt that... unsettling pressure.

"But, empty talk of unity is pointless. The Night Watchers have shown their power and made demands. So, what is the... assurance behind this display of power?

"How do we ensure this ’resurrection’ won’t be abused? How do we ensure it won’t become a tool for the Night Watchers... or a certain being... to manipulate the world? Trust requires a foundation." Her golden eyes gleamed with brilliance, leading the issue to deeper suspicion—suspicion of Lord Kana’s intentions as a newly ascended divine being.

This world once had no gods, nor was there life.

Their understanding and respect for gods is ultimately limited.

Most lives adhere basically to various aspects of Nature.

To all forces, before the Night Watchers, they basically trusted only one force.

That is the Holy Light Church.

The Holy Light of the Church has been studied by every force, it is a power similar to magic.

Except it is related to each person’s state of mind.

And the Holy Light Church has always appeared as a mediator or connector, never interfering in the internal affairs of other forces.

They have been doing what they ought to do for all these years, for which they’ve gained the trust of so many forces.

Furthermore, the Holy Light Church has significant influence among the populace, able to balance public chaos well.

But the Night Watchers.

Despite their slogans and the world’s endorsement, the actions of the Night Watchers can sometimes be aggressively intrusive.

Especially clearing out the ruling class, it’s almost blatant.

The Night Watchers are not the same as the Holy Light Church.

The Night Watchers will indeed seize benefits, enhance their voice, and gain dominance.

The Minotaur, Stonehoof, let out a low, deep growl: "We Minotaurs believe in the Night Watcher brothers! They resisted those damned rats with their lives!

"Lord Kana brought back General Martha and them from the clutches of death, not to become slave masters! But to fight a greater battle! Fight that... Void Apocalypse!" His massive fist struck his chest with a dull sound, staunchly supporting his ally, while pointing out the core purpose of resurrection—to counter a more terrifying threat.

That’s the way Minotaurs are.

After all, on Lebia Continent, they nearly went extinct; if not for the Night Watchers’ actions, they wouldn’t have had a chance to breathe.

Mainly because, like the Dwarves, they believe in Nature and the Earth and express it in totemic form.

To some extent, Minotaurs have somewhat become part of the Night Watchers, similar to the Dwarves.

The Great Library’s curator of the Night Watchers—Bobo finally spoke.

Today’s representatives responsible for the meeting were all carefully selected.

Blake is beyond doubt.

His military accomplishments give him enough voice, and he was also one of the first Knights to follow Kana.

Also representing the humans side belonging to the Night Watchers.

Bobo is a Ratman, a Round-eared Rat Person.

And the Round-eared Rat People are now basically part of the Night Watchers.

Although it sounds strange,

the Night Watchers allowed a Round-eared Rat Person to become one of the top leadership, which already shows that they truly don’t care about racial differences.

Within, Bobo is somewhat undisciplined.

But having been in high position for so many years, externally she is no longer seen as a mere mouse figure.

She is a symbol of wisdom and tranquility.

Pure white fur adorned with glowing runes marks her power.

Her voice was calm yet carried a penetration power that seemed to discern rules, her slender fingertips unconsciously tracing in the air, leaving behind a faint, fleeting rune trail.

"The rules revealed by the Stone of Creation are no child’s play. None of us here are fools, knowing that even with the world’s help, even with the power of the Stone of Creation, even with the Savior Kana.

"Resurrection is not without cost, and certainly not a power that can be abused.

"We are able to harness this power precisely because of the world’s will; It desires us to use this power to protect it, desires us to use this power to protect ourselves."

She lifted her gaze, looking across Orian, Helian, Rom, and Vera, "Every reversal of life and death stirs the threads of life and death, consuming the world’s primordial power, the divine might of my master, and even the ’anchor point’ of the resurrected one’s existence.

"It is not meant to create an undead army, but to preserve those irreplaceable embers, to reclaim those irreplaceable sacrifices in the final battle." She paused, her tone carrying an undeniable firmness, "As for control? If the Night Watchers truly wanted to rule, with the power of the Light Torch, with our mighty Night Watcher Legion, why wait until today? Why invite all of you to sit here?"

Blake watched silently, seemingly untouched.

Regardless of inside or outside, Bobo is always straightforward and fiery, not one to joke around.

Her words brought a quiet to the scene.

This was somewhat disrespectful, and indeed quite arrogant.

Could the Night Watchers really become an enemy to the world?

Bobo’s fingertips flickered again, a small orb made of pure rule-symbols appeared in her palm, slowly rotating, containing within it the miniature of the universe’s birth and destruction.

"The Stone of Creation granted us insight and responsibility. We have seen the reflection of apocalypse, which is not a threat from a specific force but the end of the whole world.

"The prophecy of apocalypse was born in this world long before, Hasn’t it been long since the Evil God’s scrutiny left, and yet you’ve forgotten?

"Internal strife only accelerates the Void’s demise."

Her gaze became incredibly sharp, looking directly at every representative, "The Night Watchers have simple demands: ceasefire. Define temporary neutral zones. Share intelligence regarding apocalypse omens.

"Concentrate resources for the final battle. Resurrection powers will be prioritized to safeguard the world’s heroes in the apocalypse battle—be they Elf, Human, Beastman, or any other race."

At this point, the Night Watchers’ purpose was straightforward.

Much as many had guessed.

The fundamental requirement was to make them stop fighting; all conflicts, all hostilities must cease, regardless of how fractured things are now must be halted.

There is no room for negotiation.

She collected the light ball, her voice returned to calm yet carried a formidable weight: "The choice is in your hands. Continue fighting over positions on a sinking ship, together drowning? Or set aside prejudices, even if just temporarily, fight to survive... for your tribes, for your descendants, for one last chance?"

The Void’s vanguard is already here.

Judging by this timeline, there aren’t many years left.

The light converged.

Kana’s figure appeared on the divine throne once more.

Witnessing this scene, all knew that there was no further need for discussion, what the Night Watchers wanted now was an answer.

It was clear that agreeing or not agreeing was not about gaining resurrection eligibility.

But whether to be targeted or face annihilation.

Silently from the exalted throne, Kana finally moved.

His gaze fell like a tangible force, not suppression, but an understanding and compassion that penetrated the soul.

A gentle yet indisputable voice echoed directly in everyone’s mind, like a final judgment:

"The Void is the only enemy." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

"Internal strife is the best sacrifice for apocalypse."

"Choose."

Long-lasting silence enveloped the council chamber.

The Elf Prince clenched his lips, the human nobles exchanged pale glances.

The Werewolf Rom’s chest heaved, the Lion-man Mula had eyes as deep as an abyss, the Foxman Vera’s fingers absently tapped the table, weighing the invisible balance.

More representatives began to exchange glances, some couldn’t resist engaging in quiet discussion.

The Night Watchers didn’t stop them, and Kana withdrew all his imposing presence.

What the Night Watchers threw was not temptation but a heavy choice about survival.

And Kana’s final words, like cold bell chimes, struck at every soul attempting to evade.

The ticking of the doomsday clock seemed audibly clear in the stone silent hall.

How to choose?