At this crucial moment, Matar spoke.
"In a few days..." he began, his face and tone unnervingly calm, a placid mask. All eyes were fixed on him. "...We will journey to MOONATORIA!" He raised his voice at the end, letting the word reverberate through the hall like a thunderclap, ensuring every soul present heard his destination. A wave of shock and fear rippled through the crowd.
"WHAT!!!" everyone shrieked, their voices a cacophony of utter disbelief.
"Moo---Moona... MOONATORIA!???" Fhajo stammered, his face drained of all color, a pallid canvas of terror.
"Son, have you lost your mind!" Sapar bellowed, his voice a booming wave of incredulity. "You wouldn't even accept Thallerion's challenge, and now Moonatoria?" He nearly held back a laugh, but true to form, he erupted in loud guffaws. "You've truly gone insane, hahahha!!" His laughter echoed like a booming gong, full of derision and triumph.
