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... After I finished telling them the entire outline of the plan, their earlier frowns had already turned into faint smiles.

"If we succeed with this, not only would we be able to save more, we can even increase our defenses!"

Ember's tone was filled with expectation, even a little bit excited.

"Right. So, Ember, call God Zeshion and Goddess Zeta for me. The rest of you, rest for now. We'll be doing a lot more work later."

Everyone quickly dispersed, returning to the ...

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