Sigurian and the Evil Wolf, though powerful, were not the Master of Miracles after all.
The Masters of Miracles had the right to declare war on each other, but as their subordinates, they certainly didn't have the right to overstep their bounds.
The Cross Strait was, in itself, dispensable.
It was simply because Sigurian and the Evil Wolf had a falling out, bluntly put, it was about face, and neither would step down.
However, this was like children from two families quarreling and calling for their parents; neither Sigurian nor the Evil Wolf could afford to lose face.
"Hahaha."
"Why take it so seriously?"
"We don't necessarily have to fight, right?"
"We could avoid fighting," the Evil Wolf said casually while drinking, "There are many ways to handle this, not just war."
Though they spoke this way, in secret, both Sigurian and the Evil Wolf loathed each other to the teeth.