Another crisis

A Few Moments Ago, Inside the Meeting Hall

The atmosphere inside the meeting hall was thick with tension. Dim sunlight filtered through the high arched windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor and the heavy wooden conference table that stood at the room's center like a silent witness to the storm brewing within.

Seated around it were three of the kingdom's most formidable powerhouses—General Claymen, Iron Fist, and Rebecca. Each wore an expression carved from stone, their faces unreadable yet heavy with unspoken thoughts.

They had all received the devastating news the previous night. General Felix—once the unshakable wall of the southern front—had fallen. But it wasn't fate that shocked them; it was the manner of his defeat.