Chapter 40
In the heart of Serenya, inside its grand Prime Hall, tension clung to the air like a storm about to break.
Delegates from across the region sat in silence, unease written across every face. At the highest seat in the center of the hall sat a young man with striking white-and-black hair—Han. His expression was calm, composed, almost detached, despite the growing tension.
The old elder beside him cleared his throat. "We should begin."
This emergency summit had been called at Han's request, meant to address the aftermath of the recent monster horde attacks—an event nothing short of catastrophic. While most cities on the northern continent had been left in shambles, Serenya and a few others had sustained only minor damage.
The first to rise was a middle-aged man in a worn-out coat. He bowed slightly to the elder and Han, then turned to face the others.
