In the meeting room.
Steward continued speaking.
He leaned forward slightly, his hands pressing on the edge of the table, his voice suddenly dropping, like a mountain pressing down:
"The pleasantries end here. I trust in your keen instincts and battlefield intuition—"
His gaze swept over Shadow Trace, Poison Fang, and others.
"From the moment you stepped into this room, from the moment you saw Anstek the Prophet and your Legendary colleagues sitting in, you already had the answer in your hearts.
"We, who bear the Demon's Blood yet still align with Order, have been summoned back from every corner of the world, gathered in this strategic core... the purpose is self-evident!"
He paused for a moment, letting that invisible pressure settle in everyone's hearts.
The room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, only the subtle hum of the Holographic Star Map operating.
