Governance Hall, Deep Sea Empire.
The Naga Queen and the Merfolk King sat on their thrones, looking down at the members of the Senate.
The Naga Queen's expression was exceptionally grim as she addressed them coldly.
"This is the consequence of your decision! Now! Tell me! How do we resolve this crisis?!"
The senators exchanged glances. They, too, seemed never to have imagined that the Deep Sea Empire-no, the entire Sea Folk-would face such an overwhelming catastrophe.
In less than half a day, reports had arrived that dozens of cities had fallen. The estimated death toll among the Sea Folk had already exceeded thirty billion!
They had never expected that mysterious figure named Constantine to possess such terrifying power.
But it was too late to say anything now. Seek peace? Impossible. It was not a matter of being unable to swallow their pride. Rather, the mutations were spreading inward from the edges of the entire sea. In other words, they had no way out.
Only if the two monarchs led a contingent of Legendary fighters might they reach the Northern Borderlands. But what if the other side refused their plea for peace?
Then everything would truly be over.
Looking at these idiots who had strength and seniority but no brains, the Naga Queen grew angrier and angrier. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to slaughter the entire Senate.
But she could not. In the worst-case scenario, they would be the Sea Folk's last surviving hope, so she could not kill these fools.
Just then, the Merfolk King spoke softly.
"At this point, arguing over whose fault it was is meaningless. What we need now is a solution. Does anyone have any ideas?"
The senators breathed a sigh of relief when the Merfolk King spoke.
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