Everyone instinctively stopped whispering. For a moment, the hall was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Once the thought of the "End of the World" arose, it could no longer be suppressed. It was like a gleaming sword hanging over everyone's head, ready to fall at any moment.
And at this moment, even indulging in drunken dreams seemed too late.
"Your Excellency, we've all heard the legend of the Twilight of the World, but we never imagined we would face it in our lifetimes." Veronica asked in a low voice, "We aren't trying to run from it, but we truly have no way to face it. We can't think of what we should do."
"There will always be hope, but it certainly won't come from passively waiting for it to arrive," Tumen slowly replied. "We have faced threats like this time and again, yet always survived beneath their claws. That's because in every age, there have been heroes willing to give up everything for this cause."
"Heroes?"
"It isn't the hero of a single person, but of an entire generation—or even many generations. The power of mortals is by no means insignificant. But first, you must find the courage within yourselves."
"Courage?" Veronica frowned and glanced at the others. Everyone wore a bewildered expression. "Lord Tumen, what are we supposed to do?"
"Just as you found the courage to unite against us a thousand years ago. Were the Min'er People powerful? Compared to mortals, perhaps they were. Yet we still lost to you, didn't we?" Tumen looked at them, a trace of fervor and anticipation shining in his agate-colored eyes. "You are the descendants of the Four Sages, and you aren't fighting alone. At the very least, Lady Martha will always stand at your side. But this