Seeing Qin Xian also speak in support, everyone’s expressions subtly shifted. In their hearts, Rosha was a pillar of strength and reliability—but so was Qin Xian. As a demigod, he stood among the handful of existences in the Hydra World who were closest to divinity.
If even he endorsed the idea, there had to be some truth in it
Qin Xian nodded toward Rosha, then addressed the gathered assembly in a calm but resonant tone. “Everyone, you may have fought the Void Army for over two hundred years, but I fear you still don’t truly understand it.”
The room quieted, attention sharpening. It was true—despite their long struggle, their knowledge of the Void remained woefully limited.
The creatures were incommunicable, seemingly devoid of intelligence, driven only by destruction and slaughter. Capturing Void beasts alive had been fruitless. As for seizing a Void Warlord alive? They didn’t have the means.
“I, on the other hand, know something about the Void,” Qin Xian continued. “It is the enemy of all living worlds. Not only Hydra—other worlds have also faced its invasion…”
He swept his gaze over the crowd, his tone growing firmer. “The reason I support Rosha’s plan is simple. I know the Void. And Void monsters—cannot be exterminated by attrition.”
A dwarven noble grumbled, “That’s ridiculous. We just haven’t killed enough!”
Qin Xian looked directly at him and shook his head. “No. It’s because they’re unending by nature.”
“These past two hundred years, you’ve slain tens of millions, maybe even hundreds of millions of Void creatures. But has their number ever truly diminished?”
Silence. Everyone knew the answer. The monsters never dwindled. They seemed to come from nowhere—and everywhere.
“They are born from death, from despair, from the darkest emotions. In the heart of the Void Army lies a construct—a Hatchery—that feeds on those very things. Every day, it produces thousands upon thousands of new Void monsters. Every fallen soldier of Hydra, every ounce of grief and fear—it all becomes fuel.”
A heavy silence fell across the chamber. Now it made sense—the endless waves of cannon fodder, the reckless swarms of monsters throwing themselves into the meat grinder. They were free. They were being made, over and over again.
No wonder the Void Army never stopped coming. If what Qin Xian said was true, then the Hydra World could never win through defense. They would be worn down—bit by bit—until nothing remained.
“That’s why, just as Rosha said, we must strike first,” Qin Xian declared, his voice rising with conviction. “We must destroy the Hatchery. Only by cutting off the source can we hope to survive. Otherwise, Hydra will bleed itself to death in a war of attrition it can never win.”
His words echoed through the chamber, loud and stirring. The assembled leaders whispered among themselves. Some looked hesitant, some shaken—but clearly, many had been swayed.
Still, none dared speak first.
It wasn’t that they lacked courage. After all, they had endured over two centuries of unrelenting war. But standing firm on your homeland’s soil was one thing—marching into the corrupted lands of the Old World, willingly leaving the safety of the blessed fortresses, was something else entirely.
Rosha glanced at Qin Xian, gratitude flickering in his eyes. The Hatchery’s existence had been something he’d discovered in secret, and it had formed the backbone of his decision to advocate for an offensive.
But politically, he couldn’t force the other factions. Worse, there had already been whispers accusing Rosha and the Capet Empire of scheming to drain the other nations’ strength.
Qin Xian’s support—delivered publicly and unambiguously—had been a tremendous help.
“I know this isn’t easy,” Rosha said. “If we stay on defense, we might maintain the status quo a while longer. But striking now is our only chance to change that future. Otherwise, all we’re doing is choosing between an early death and a delayed one.”
His expression turned resolute. “I will lead the first wave myself. I will fight to the death if I must.”
“So will I!” cried one of Rosha’s long-time companions, followed quickly by another, and another.
Emperor Caesar of the Capet Empire slowly let out a breath, then stood. “In that case, the Capet Empire will support Lord Rosha’s decision. Our ten elite legions will deploy at once—all of them.”
A murmur of shock spread through the hall. The Capet Empire’s ten legions were the pride of the human world—each one a legendary force. To mobilize all ten meant the empire was putting everything on the line.
They were going all in.
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