Inside the hall of Blue Bridge Fortress, the air was thick with tension.
A Great Warrior hurried forward and handed the scroll in his hand to the brown-haired man. His voice was lowered, but his urgency was unmistakable. "My lord, news has arrived from the front. A large Demon force is moving toward the western region."
The brown-haired man frowned, took the scroll, and quickly unrolled it.
The ink on the rough paper had not yet dried, but the record of the battle was exceptionally clear.
A moment later, he raised his eyes, his gaze heavy and cold.
"How could there be such a huge movement...?"
The white-robed mage sat nearby, his expression grave as his fingers lightly rubbed the gem on his staff. He said softly, "If they truly charge toward Ebony Fortress, that young legend may be surrounded. Should we help him?"
Before he could finish speaking, everyone turned to look at the brown-haired man.
The brown-haired man fell silent for a moment, then suddenly sneered. "Help? No need."
"We can use the Demons to clip his wings. A young legend who is too sharp and conspicuous is hardly a good thing."
"Besides, since he was able to build a fortress on the edge of Demon territory, he should have the ability to protect himself. No matter how many Demons there are, they should not be enough to take his life."
The white-robed mage frowned slightly, but ultimately said nothing more.
"It is more important to find Tutakasa's whereabouts as soon as possible," a red-armored legendary warrior cut in coldly. "The clues to a Tier 4 Foul Spirit are what the lords value most."
The others exchanged glances, then all nodded and silently accepted the decision.
Meanwhile, on the walls of Ebony Fortress, Ang was conducting his