In spite of Nightmare Emperor Evergreen's doubts, it seemed like the Soul Emperors were fighting someone—and other than Arthur Pendragon, who else could match them?
The Land of Beginnings was single-handedly supported by that unfathomable entity. It was solely because of him that neither of the two other Dimensions dared reach their hands too far into that World.
Whether it be for the souls of Humans and Beastkin or their flesh, Soul Eaters and Nightmares alike had to hold themselves back. It was only by doing this that they avoided incurring Arthur's wrath.
"But now…" Nightmare Emperor Evergreen smirked as he teleported up to the skies above his dark palace, located in the depths of a deceased worm Nightmare's mouth. "If that fossil is injured or dying for some reason, then now is the best time to take advantage of the situation before he recovers. I should go and inform the others!"
