MacArthur sensed his allies slowly dying. His body trembled from fear as the smoke pipe fell from his mouth for the first time. Neither the native life forms nor the allies from the other civilizations could stop the invasion of the Divine Civilization.0

They were destined to lose this battle. His only remaining hope was to request aid from the inner members. The only caveat was that requesting help would inevitably lead to a punishment worse than death. Even so, he preferred punishment over the prospect of dying. His fear of death trumped any punishment the inner members would inflict upon him. Not to mention, he had to...1