"But that power called magic is far too bizarre. We still cannot fully comprehend its mysteries. Until we find an effective means of countering it, we cannot act rashly. Otherwise, we will only make things worse."
Facing Francis's concerns, the powerful man known as Theodore frowned and retorted.
"Then what do you suggest we do, Francis? Are we supposed to just sit here and wait for death?"
Theodore naturally knew that conventional military methods had limited effect against a necromancer who wielded supernatural abilities known as magic.
But he knew even better that if they continued allowing the necromancer's power to grow, the situation would become even harder to contain in the future.
Just as everyone fell silent once more, an aged voice suddenly spoke.
"Perhaps we should consider that plan."
The powerful figures attending the meeting turned toward the voice and saw an elderly man in a Zhongshan suit slowly rise to his feet.
"Wang, the plan you mean... it isn't that one, is it?"
Frowning, Theodore stared into the old man's dark brown eyes, half in disbelief and half with a trace of anticipation.
"Yes. It is exactly the one you are thinking of—the Flame-Chaser Project."
The elderly man surnamed Wang nodded slightly, his gaze profound.
"Although the risks are immense and it may even backfire upon us, this is currently the only plan that can ensure an effective response against the necromancer."
The moment those words were spoken, the meeting room erupted into uproar.
Francis's expression changed drastically, and he cried out in alarm.
"Have you gone mad? Do you know how great the risks are? How can you guarantee that the Flame-Chaser Warriors will ultimately stand with us? If they rebel, how are we supposed to deal with them?"
Just as Francis feared, the risks of