The Almighty Dragon General

James fell silent.

"You're coming up with another cruel idea, aren't you?" Thea frowned. "Like when you exterminated the Doom Race once?"

"No," James replied after some consideration, lifting his head. "They'll be going into the River of Time with me to hold down the entrance so the past form can't escape." "With their current power level?" Thea was shocked.

James narrowed his eyes. "I instructed Wyot to select a group of elites and elevate them to Daeclon Mahayanas. A magic circle has also been prepared, but..."

"But what?" Thea asked nervously.

"They might lose all their memories permanently, including those about themselves." A deep frown etched itself on James' forehead. "That is, if we fail to kill the past form of Wuia Reincarnation Soremsia." Thunderstruck by the explanation, Thea staggered backward. If that was true, the Doom Race elites who would guard the entrance to the River of Time would suffer a fate worse than death.

No matter how powerful they were, they would forget who they were. They'd be nothing but shells of their former selves.

Even so, she knew this was part of her husband's plan, and it had to be done. There must be a price to pay if they wanted to destroy the past form of Wuia Reincarnation Soremsia.

Not even the Lord of Haleth Realm-that was James-could negate that cost, for he would be facing someone on his level-the previous Lord of Haleth Realm.

Thea's uncharacteristic reaction filled James' heart with trepidation. He anticipated her fury, but she remained silent.

Then, beyond the locked entrance, came Wyot's shout, "James, are you guys in there? It's urgent!"

Thea and James snapped out of it and looked at the locked entrance. Wyot was alone outside. He had no team with him, but he appeared to be in a hurry.

"Is he included in the plan as well?" Thea suddenly asked.

James closed his eyes and, with difficulty and solemnity, nodded.

"No, why him?" Thea panicked. "You said you cared about him the most! You wanted him to be your best lieutenant! You wanted him to be a leader!

"If you include him in your plan, he е and most of the Doom Race's elites are done for! If Wyot can't even remember who he is, how can he be a lieutenant, let alone your best one?

"Then what was the point of training him? What was the point of going through so many hoops to raise him into the man he is?"

James couldn't explain it all very well, so he sighed.

"I see." Thea looked at James in disbelief. You're doing this for your next plan. Wyot might not remember who he is, but his talent and the decisive trait you and Xezas awakened will remain.

"He'll be the most heartless administrator of the new world. The one who will execute your Daoism without question. It's the other Tai Chi of your new world. He's the only one, isn't he?"

Exposed by Thea, James opened his eyes.

"And you say he can choose?" Thea darted over to James. "How can he even choose in this situation?"