Inside the throne room of the Human Kingdom's royal palace.
The air was thick.
Mana crackled from the walls as the king's rage spread like a storm.
"WHAT!?"
King Edmund stood from his throne, eyes wide, his voice booming across the hall.
"Are you telling me… our 5,000 Wyvern Special Unit, each one mounted by elite mages and archers was wiped out!?"
He slammed his fist on the golden armrest.
"You dare say our magic-enhanced wyverns, trained to evade and counter air-based attacks, were all destroyed!? Those so-called anti-air mana guns were slow. We gathered enough intel to map their fire rate and range!"
The gathered advisors and generals fell into tense silence.
One of the royal advisors stepped forward.
"…Y-yes, my liege. However… it seems the weapons that shot them down were not the same that we investigated."
"What do you mean?"
