Within the grandiose manor of Doringger.
The outcome was decided.
On the open terrace of the main city building, Doringger watched the Sea God enveloping Heaven Port with an armada of ships, undisturbed.
As long as the Sea God returned, everything was discussable—even if those aboard were not his people.
Even across the East Sea,
Only Doringger himself, could command... "God"!
"Should someone be sent to negotiate?"
Even the former General Horace of Beima was somewhat panicked, yet Doringger remained as calm as Still Water.
"Negotiate? Even if we lose the naval battle, if the castle is breached, and years of foundation are destroyed, I alone can suppress these rebels. Commence the battle to regain Sea God immediately. After this battle, it seems I will need to personally lead the campaign to, once again... sweep through the East Sea."
Doringger's expression was icy as he continued to issue orders.
