Deep within the underground royal palace of the Ossuary Court.
Upon the enormous throne, the Bone King Otto sat in silence, the flames burning within his eyes flickering steadily.
His skeletal fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest as he listened to the urgent report from his subordinates.
"To successfully scheme against and silently eliminate Wings of Calamity,"
Otto's voice echoed throughout the palace,
"it could not have been the work of a single individual."
There was no discernible anger or delight in his tone—
only a bone-chilling coldness that made the surrounding air seem to freeze.
"It appears… I must accelerate certain deployments as well."
His gaze shifted toward several black-robed figures standing below.
"Your task is to identify the one who orchestrated this."
"There is no need for idle speculation about whether the Crossbridge Empire is responsible. What I want is conclusive evidence, and a precise evaluation of their true threat level."
