James fell silent.

"You're coming up with another cruel idea, aren't you?" Thea frowned. "Like when you exterminated the Doom Race once?"

"No," James replied after some consideration, lifting his head. "They'll be going into the River of Time with me to hold down the entrance so the past form can't escape."

"With their current power level?" Thea was shocked.

James narrowed his eyes. "I instructed Wyot to select a group of elites and elevate them to Daeclon Mahayanas. A magic circle has also been prepared, but..."

"But what?" Thea asked nervously.

"They might lose all their memories permanently, including those about themselves." A deep frown etched itself on James' forehead. "That is, if we fail to kill the past form of Wuia Reincarnation Soremsia."

Thunderstruck by the explanation, Thea staggered backward. If that was true, the Doom Race elites who would guard the entrance to the River of Time would suffer a fate worse than death.

No matter how powerful they were, they would f