He glanced downward again; the cameras were still autonomously operating, and the communication signal hadn't been cut off. His heart sank to the depths.
"Fool," Prince Ryan cast him a cold, scornful glance, his eyes filled with contempt.
The Creator Divine Craftsman and the Mechanical Soul Divine Craftsman exchanged silent, surprised glances. If things truly escalated to a fallout with the Empire, the ones to bear the brunt of the pressure would undoubtedly be them.
However, the crisis facing the Empire was clearly far greater, and the pressure became significantly dispersed.
"Lord Azure Dragon, release him. I guarantee Ryan won't make a move and that this matter will end here." Prince Costat said in a deep voice, eager to end the confrontation quickly and make plans afterward.
He then turned to Prince Ryan, "Ryan, this cannot continue any further."
Ryan's gaze flickered, and he coldly snorted, "Fine, we'll end this here."
