In the Cursed Land, baleful energy shot into the sky. Even dozens of miles away, Hudson could feel it clearly.
That confirmed it. Judging by the vicious aura leaking out, whatever was sealed below was definitely nothing good.
Though power itself had no good or evil, with the key lying in the person who wielded it, baleful energy was clearly an exception.
As negative energy of heaven and earth, even a saint would gradually become irritable if he lived too long in a world filled with baleful energy.
Hudson's intuition told him that he could not allow the baleful energy to spread unchecked, or unforeseeable consequences would follow.
The mages reinforcing the seal below were panicking as well. The power leaking out alone was enough to prove that whatever lay sealed beneath was not something they could handle.
Whether it was an entrance to another world or some peerless archdemon, neither was a problem that minor mages like them could solve.
The moment they saw Hudson arrive, everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief. Their backbone had come. Even if it changed nothing, it still reassured them.
"Marshal..."
"Don't mind me. Continue reinforcing the seal. Reinforcements are already on the way and will arrive soon."
Whether reinforcements were truly coming or not, he first needed to calm everyone down.
"Beldens, Maxim, do either of your inherited memories contain records about this?"
The Cursed Land had existed for far too long. To uncover the truth, Hudson had even sought help from every major force in the kingdom. Unfortunately, even the kingdom's oldest families knew very little about the Cursed Land.
The phenomenon before him was even further beyond Hudson's understanding.
"Hudson, how about we run?
"Take your closest followers and relocate. You can still be nobles and rulers somewhere else. There's