“God, how about thinking about a successor?” Jeras knelt down in front of Luke and started to speak.

“A successor? Does that make sense?”

Luke’s expression didn’t look very good. Succession was for the future. For the ra tribe, the present was more important than the future. It wasn’t too late to think about a successor after winning the war in front of him.

“There is a stronger backlash from the middle world than expected. I would rather have a long term perspective and prepare for the future,” Jeras tried to persuade Luke with plausible words.

“The future...” Luke muttered as he looked into the distance. At the beginning, the war was started due to greed, but it was now pride.

‘What about the future?’

Luke had a sober mind for the first time in a while.

Could they win this war? What if they lost? What would happen if they won? Predicting the future wasn’t that difficult. There weren't many scenarios.

Losing the war was the end. There was nothing more to consider. Defeat in the war meant the death of Luke himself.

‘Even if we win... the damage won’t be small.’

There were still problems if they won. He...