Goldflow Empire, Goldflow Bay Royal Hall.
Emperor Gregga sat solemnly on his jeweled throne, his face as dark as the sky before a storm.
The fall of Ordon Theocracy, especially the terrifying power revealed by Crossbridge Empire during that battle, felt like a divine punishment, sending chills down his spine.
At first, news from Pood Empire claimed that Veynar had several thousand Stellar rank warriors, which Gregga dismissed with a sneer.
Then came the Godfall Gorge conflict, where the enemy revealed tens of thousands of Stellar rank.
Before he could fully digest this information, the battlefield at Ordon Theocracy turned that number into a terrifying hundreds of thousands!
"Gentlemen!"
Gregga's voice echoed in the throne room, carrying a hint of barely noticeable hoarseness.
"How should we respond to Crossbridge Empire, this beast that has already awakened?"
Most of the ministers in the hall kept their heads bowed, overshadowed by an almost hopeless sense of helplessness.
