「The next day.」
The High Council Chamber in the royal palace of Golden Stone City.
This was the largest Grand Council the Aiselan Kingdom had seen in three hundred years.
The five Legion Commanders, twelve Hereditary Dukes, three deans of the Spiritual Arts Academies, and the governors of every province were all in attendance. More than fifty of the kingdom's most powerful figures, the very core of its authority, were seated on either side of a long table.
Fourteen hours.
That number hung over them like an invisible mountain, weighing down on every heart.
The Beast Tide—which in years past had cost one hundred thousand lives and nearly ten days of bitter fighting just to repel—had been utterly crushed in less than half a day by that man, Weisren.
The eyes of the military commanders betrayed an unconcealable awe.
