Fanriel Capital, White City.
Hall of Freedom.
This is the political center of the Kingdom of Flame, as well as its core. However, at this moment, everyone walking through this palace wears a worried expression, with some clutching a heap of documents and scurrying down the corridors, while others whisper softly. The air is thick with a dense and uneasy atmosphere.
Even in the corridors, one could faintly hear the tumultuous arguments within the council.
"This is simply a nightmare!!"
A councilor slammed his hand on the table so hard that it turned red, yet he seemed oblivious to the pain.
"Fifty thousand troops!! Fifty thousand troops!! Less than thirty survivors!! How do you expect us to explain this to the citizens? Duke General?! Tell me, what in the world happened? Just to subjugate a group of Demon Beasts, and the entire fifty thousand troops were annihilated? Am I dreaming? Or are you dreaming?"
