Fen Ling continued.
"So I think... there is a high chance the Fen Dynasty will not survive this."
"At least, not as it is now."
She sighed softly.
"The name Fen Dynasty might remain for a few more years. It might still appear on maps. But if we cannot protect our land, control our people, or stop their fear from spreading... then the dynasty is already halfway gone."
She paused before adding quietly,
"Unless..."
The Fen Emperor looked at her.
"Unless there is still a capable ruler left. Not someone who simply sits on the dragon throne and signs documents. I mean someone who can survive an apocalypse."
"Someone who can gather what remains, cut away what cannot be saved, and force this country back onto its feet before other powers tear it apart."
Fen Ling's crimson eyes remained calm and steady.
