Howenshire, headquarters of the Wizard Council.
Inside a spacious, brightly lit conference room in the Wizard Tower atop Sky City.
Thirteen figures sat at a long table.
"What exactly happened in the New World? Why was the New World torn apart? Who did this, and on whose orders?"
"What? Wasn't this arranged by the Speaker?"
"Of course not. Our targets were the Lyon Empire and the Eye of the Firmament. Why would we do something like this and unite every faction in the New World against us?"
"All I want to know right now is which idiot did this! Our losses this time have already far exceeded our projections!"
Although the Wizard Council was known as the ruler of the Old World, with hundreds of Legendaries across the Old World under its rule.
When it actually came to fighting for their lives, however, most of those Legendaries would accept assignments but ignore commands, going through the motions without putting in any real effort.
Only a hundred or two hundred Legendaries would truly fight with everything they had for the Wizard Council's rule.
But those hundred or two hundred Legendaries were far from weak even among Legendaries.
They were all at least level 23.
And this time, it was these core forces of the Wizard Council who had gone to launch the surprise attack on the Lyon Empire.
If they had sent anyone else, they would have had to worry both about them making only a token effort and about them playing both sides and leaking the news.
But the unexpected tearing apart of the New World had united all its factions against a common enemy, inflicting devastating losses on the Wizard Council.
After all, those who had died were all Legendaries from the Wizard Council's direct ranks. Losing even one