Aside from showing signs of mental domination from a distance—something that allowed it to kill or control with ease—it was suspected to be at least mid to high Grand-tier.
If that weren't enough, investigations before it vanished revealed that it commanded dozens of powerful monsters.
No one knew its limits, but its existence could not be tolerated.
The kingdom had no intention of dragging out a prolonged battle.
They wanted to end it in one decisive strike.
But that didn't mean they could afford to be careless.
Preparations had to be made. Proper ones.
As dusk gave way to night, a quiet order passed through the ranks.
Scouts were selected. Clad in darker versions of their silver armor, they were sent into the forest in staggered intervals.
Their mission was simple: go deep, look for abnormalities, and return immediately with any sign of danger.
