Council of the Dark Order, Sky Garden.
President James of the guild stood on the observation deck, overlooking the scenery below.
His holy robe fluttered in the wind, the light from his crown spreading, making him appear as an immortal sovereign.
"How is the simulation progressing?"
Behind him, an elderly man in a magic robe with graying hair and beard responded respectfully.
"The appearance of the Crossbridge Empire has severely affected the trajectory of the Council's fate, and the trends of the Abyss demon realm are gradually shifting..."
"Just get to the point."
James immediately detected the hesitation in the elder's voice.
His commanding gaze suddenly intensified, and the surrounding void seemed to freeze in an instant.
The elder hesitated for a moment, then spoke.
"The entry of the Crossbridge Empire into the Abyss demon realm aligns with the grand trend of the world. But for the Council of the Dark Order... it is a disaster."
"What is the future of the Council?"
