"When I said equal grounds, I wasn't referring to numbers, but to the rules."
Delta leaned forward, picked up the broken mask, and placed it back onto its face—the crack from the penetration of the sword became smaller and ultimately disappeared. It did not stop there; even Delta's tattered clothes and wounds recovered and he was restored to his initial self.
"Under the same rules, the creator no longer receives the protection of the territory, and us Oracles are restricted to using strength equal to that of the world—this is the essence of what I meant. As for the number of people or the advantages and disadvantages of the situation, it was all due to my meticulous planning, how is it not fair?"
"Heh…" Fei Yuhan wiped the blood off the corner of her mouth. "I don't believe that being fine after having your head bored through by a sword is considered under the rules."
