Idore had said his final words, and the moment his sentence ended, the display beside him shifted. What had once shown the outlined territory of the Noble Land vanished, replaced instead by a large, glowing timer that immediately began counting down from one hour.
The sight of it alone was enough to freeze the entire stadium.
No one spoke at first. No one moved. The reality of what had just been declared had not yet settled into their minds, and for a brief moment, everyone simply stared at the ticking numbers as if waiting for someone else to explain what was happening.
They had prepared themselves for many possibilities before this meeting.
They had prepared for the disbandment of the Grand Magus.
