"Do you have any details on this Crimson Zone, Elder Xena?" I asked.
She shook her head slowly.
"No," she replied, her expression turning serious. "Only the Matriarch knows."
That answer didn't sit right with me.
The demons had no information. The Ferans had none. And now, even the Nagas, one of the strongest races in the Blue Spiral, knew almost nothing or did not want to share.
Even Amun had said nothing about it.
That silence itself was unsettling.
"I can help you with the Crimson Zone as well," I said. "And I won't ask for anything in return."
The reaction was immediate. Every gaze in the hall turned toward me.
"Lord Billion… are you serious?" Xena asked, studying me carefully.
I nodded.
"How much do you actually know about the Crimson Zone?" she asked.
"Almost nothing," I admitted. "Other than the fact that the leaders of every major race are tied up there, leaving their own people and rifts to deal with the Eternals on their own."
