Clyde frowned deeply at Graemory's words. Beside him, Asqa's eyes widened with concern. She glanced at him but chose to remain silent, waiting for his reaction.
"How do you know that?" Clyde finally asked.
"There are whispers everywhere," Graemory said, her tone low but urgent. "All of Hell realm is preparing to march at full-scale. I don't know about the other realms, but I wouldn't be surprised if they're mobilizing too. Morvius's claim stirred everyone. So... what will you do now?"
Clyde clenched his jaw. The news was worse than he expected. He was powerful, yes—but if all the Higher Realms descended on him at once not even his strength and Asqa would guarantee survival.
Before he made any move, he had to answer one question: how had his location been discovered?