The crowd was fired up.
But no one genuinely believed that those unknown opponents could truly challenge the entire Kingdom of Netheril, that powerful nation which, among many kingdoms, was also known as the Netheril Empire and the Magic Empire!
This was the view held by the vast majority of Grand Arcanists in the venue at that moment!
It could be called confidence.
Or it could be called arrogance.
The Kingdom of Netheril is an immensely powerful nation!
No faction or being dares to look down on us!
After enduring the passage of thousands of years and countless challenges, yet remaining standing all the while.
Every Grand Arcanist had incomparably ample confidence in the strength of the Kingdom of Netheril!
That was something bestowed by countless achievements and countless victories...
However.
Watching everyone's reaction, Iolam, as their leader, could only sigh silently in his heart.
He did not quite know what to say...
Through the Divination Technique from earlier.
He knew very well that behind this incident, at least one Lord of the Blazing Hell was manipulating the overall situation.
And for the entire Kingdom of Netheril, the existence of that being.
Was without question.
An irresistible force!
Like a vast chasm that could never be crossed!
Therefore.
After hesitating for a moment.
In order to keep his comrades from continuing to swell with overconfidence and crashing headfirst into the Bronze Wall Iron Bastion, he could only choose to tell the truth.
He told them everything about the Lord of the Blazing Hell, along with the scenes he had witnessed while casting Divination Magic.
And the actual effect of those words was immediate.
Like a basin of cold water poured over them.
The charged atmosphere at the scene immediately cooled down.
Especially the expressions of certain Grand Arcanists. Beyond looking