"The situation is urgent. Please contact your highest-ranking official immediately. We have observed that the White Calamity is already not far from here!"
A priest of the Silent Temple spoke gravely, occasionally glancing north, where a wall of fog could still faintly be seen.
"You may not understand how terrifying the White Calamity is. At present, aside from us, no one in the Northern Territory can stop it."
Anxious expressions appeared on the Buriers' faces, yet the soldiers before them did not seem particularly concerned. They exchanged looks, their expressions all rather strange.
"Um, Mr. Ignati, we have already conveyed your words to the lord. There should be a response soon."
"I hope so."
The Burier who had stepped forward to speak could only turn back, gathering with the others to discuss the matter in low voices.
"This isn't right. Why can the White Calamity cross the Canary Mountains and even reach the Empire's Northern Territory?"
"Could the White Bone Sanctuary have failed?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! The White Bone Sanctuary was created before the Forgotten Ones betrayed us. Its suppression of the Forgotten Ones and the White Calamity is absolute!"
"Then why is there white fog here? Could someone have dug up the White Bone Sanctuary?"
"The White Bone Sanctuary was buried deep in the dense forest. Unless someone turned over the entire woodland, who would ever find it? And even if they did, the White Bone Sanctuary would kill every living thing around it. How could it possibly have been brought here?"
"But the White Calamity is right before our eyes!"
"Enough, stop arguing." Ignati spoke softly. His voice was not loud, yet the Buriers fell silent at once.
"Whether the White Bone Sanctuary has been lost or not, we can no longer reach the Canary Mountains. We must