Chapter 42
Somewhere in the heart continent…
Several men sat in an inner chamber, discussing the Crimson Night. Each of them wore simple black and gray clothing, plain in appearance, yet every single one radiated immense power and unquestionable prestige.
The man seated at the head stood out immediately.
A long dark overcoat draped over his frame, a thick wolf fur covering his shoulders and head. His presence alone weighed down the room.
"I assume you all know how things are about to turn out," he said, cutting straight to the point.
The men nodded.
One by one, they stood and delivered their reports. And despite coming from different regions, every report shared the same core truth.
The Crimson Night.
The great phenomenon it brought upon the world.
Under the overflow of world energy, the Aluska Kingdom had nurtured more experts in a single night than it had managed in over a thousand years since its founding.
But that was not all.
