The communication link connected far faster than expected.
The moment the light screen lit up, Mercer's flawless face appeared. His silver hair draped over his shoulders, and his crystal-blue eyes were as calm as ever, as if he had been expecting this report all along.
"Master, a massive beast tide has been spotted a thousand kilometers to the west. Total numbers exceed one hundred thousand, with thirty-four Second-level Magical Beasts. They are projected to approach Zone 18 in twenty days." Allen wasted no time, immediately laying out the data.
Mercer's crystal-blue eyes shifted slightly.
"You detected this?" A rare ripple of surprise colored his voice. "Your reconnaissance network extends that far already?"
"Just a small improvement," Allen said, cutting to the chase. "Master, this isn't normal."
"Of course it isn't." Mercer raised his hand, and a massive holographic projection unfolded within Allen's control room.
