War Against Arthur Netherborne

Yurirl's words rang with a resonance that cut through the chilling air of the cavern, echoing off the icy walls with a gravity that pulled at Arthur's conscience. He refused to accept Arthur's justifications, his voice heavy with disappointment and a haunting clarity. "Arthur, our fates might be entwined by past battles, but here, your path diverges grievously from righteousness. How can you, in pursuit of personal salvation, justify the potential ruin of worlds?"

Arthur's eyes narrowed, the simmering darkness within him stirred by Yurirl's accusations. "I have taken every precaution," Arthur retorted, his tone laced with a venom born of frustration and pent-up rage. "My plans for merging the worlds are not blind gambles—they are calculated, controlled. I'm not the naive idealist you think me to be. I've crafted safeguards, protections to mitigate the fallout!"