Before long, the Black Mage brought back news that Amel might already be dead.
"What did you say?"
The moment the Black Mage spoke, the atmosphere in the entire room completely changed.
All the Black Robes present abruptly rose to their feet, their gazes stabbing toward him like sharp blades, nearly suffocating him with pressure.
"My lords, the news I received... Archmage Amel may already be dead." The Black Mage's voice trembled uncontrollably.
Amel's death meant that the Black Magic Society had lost an extremely important pillar. It might even trigger a war between the Empire and the Black Magic Society.
After a moment of silence, the Seventh Black Robe finally spoke, his voice low and intimidating. "Whether it is true or not, we must prepare ourselves for Prince Ak's wrath."
His words made everyone hold their breath involuntarily.
The entire palace seemed to fall silent, and an invisible pressure filled the air.
After quite some time, the First Black Robe slowly said, "Face what? Find a way to leave the Empire." As soon as he finished speaking, the other Black Robes all fell silent.
Archmage Amel's death was not merely a loss for the Black Magic Society. It also involved Prince Ak Alfred's power and reputation.
Amel's identity was far too special—she was not only an important figure in the Black Magic Society, but also Prince Ak's biological daughter, of royal blood.
News of such a death was destined to cause an enormous uproar.
As the First Black Robe's words fell, the atmosphere within the stone hall became completely oppressive.
Before long, all the Black Robes left the underground palace one after another. Every face was filled with complicated emotions: anger, panic, and deep unease about the future.
Meanwhile, Ang had already returned to Amnath City.
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