The Crimson Moon Palace

That's right—the first meeting was to be held in the form of a banquet.

Everyone boarded the vehicles one after another.

But when it was Amalia's turn, they were suddenly stopped.

"The vehicle is already full. The remaining individuals will have to wait for the next one."

Minister Sharif and General Rafiq, who had already gotten on board, turned their heads and glanced at the soldier blocking Amalia and the others.

"In that case, we'll wait for the next one with them," the two said as they prepared to step down.

The soldier at the door instinctively reached out to stop them, but his body suddenly trembled, cold sweat breaking out all over him.

By the time the discomfort faded, Minister Sharif and the others had already stepped off.

"What's going on?" At that moment, the soldiers' superior officer arrived.

"Sir, they…" The soldier briefly explained the situation, casting an unfriendly glance at them.