Emily's breath hitched, her throat tightening as the full weight of what her father had just said sank in. Her fingers twitched slightly, a rare crack in her composure.
"Th-three rank-8 demonic humans…?" she whispered, barely able to get the words out.
That level of force was astonishing. Overkill. A direct declaration of extermination.
What the hell?
Were they really that determined to erase Azure Crest?
She swallowed, her mind racing. If they were a high-ranking guild—if they had the same presence as one of the elite associations—maybe, maybe this level of aggression would make sense. If this was Team 1 or Team 2, the strongest forces of Azure Crest, she could understand them being a prime target.
But Team 3?
Her father?
The enemy had spared nothing.
Either they were desperate to wipe Azure Crest from existence… or they had this much manpower to spare.