“We’re close friends, right? Don’t embarrass me like this. Once you’re far enough, I’ll give mine to you.”

Just as James was about to speak, he felt something stuffed into his hand. The next moment, Wyot wrapped his arm around James’ neck, turned around, and laughed. “The Human Race is very civilized and has great poems. Do you have anything motivational to send us off into the battlefield?”

James was momentarily stunned, but quickly shouted, “Under darkening clouds, the mountains rise high. A lonely outpost gazes at the distant sky. Through endless battles in the desert’s harsh lands, our goal is to achieve victory, with no retreat in our plan.”

Hearing James’ poem, Wyot burst into laughter.

“What a great poem, James! Then, you must defeat the Waitara Path no matter what. Don’t forget, there’s no retreat in our plan. Everyone will be waiting for your victory.”

After he finished speaking, the Dooms’ powerhouses shouted in unison, “Our goal is to achieve victory with no retreat in