"You don't need to visit me again." Anko was holding an intricate teacup, but she wasn't drinking from it as she looked directly at Hela, who was seated across from her. "You're also beginning to feel the pressure, right?"

She was standing in front of the window with her ice-blue hair spilling down her back, resembling a goddess of snow and ice. "Look..."

The city of Nara was teeming with activity, yet all of them were standing around the death gods of the utopia alliance, and outside of that circle was a massive throng of journalists. In contrast, the pavilion where the Cathayan Underworld's representative team was staying was completely devoid of visitors. In fact, everyone was avoiding it like the plague.

No underworld had explicitly expressed their stance, but it was very clear to everyone which side had more influence and support.

"Hela, our two nations have always been closely connected." Anko turned to look at Hela, who had a grim look on her face, and sighed, "If the Cathayan Underworld even had the courage to do something, regardless of whether they succeed, I would perhaps consider lending them my support. This a sentiment from the bottom of my heart, I would truly consider that option. However, it hasn't made a move at all. The Alkebulan Underworlds were scheduled to arrive three nights ago, but they suddenly went radio silent, and it's clear that they must've been intercepted by the three pillars. I'm sure you can tell that this has dealt the Cathayan...