"However…" Alaric's voice dropped—so low and firm that it pulled everyone's full attention. Gone was the patient tone, gone was the calmness. What replaced it was a grim edge that hadn't been heard from him in years.
"There is something even more serious than the demons… right now."
The room fell utterly silent. Even the faint hum of magic from the map projection seemed to fade as every person turned to him with alert eyes.
These people were not just leaders—they were battle-hardened legends. And yet, every one of them instinctively straightened, sensing the weight of what was coming.
"The Lost Continent is showing signs of returning."
The moment the words left Alaric's lips, it was like a cold wind swept through the room. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Then, reactions rippled across the table.
A few eyes widened, shock overtaking composure. Others narrowed, brows furrowed in disbelief or suspicion. But all of them shared one thing in common—unease.
The Lost Continent.
