Fenrir lounged on the plush leather couch in his living room, a cup of chilled tea in one hand and his tablet in the other.
The day had been long, and he was finally getting time to sit down and review the preliminary plans for his upcoming S-class dungeon raid.
The goal was to acquire a rare and notoriously difficult ingredient— Leech's Bloom —essential for the rejuvenating potion he had been preparing for.
His mind was already moving through strategies and lists: team composition, escape routes, potion requirements.
He was so absorbed that the sound of his phone pinging pulled him out of his thoughts with an irritated sigh.
It was a message from Fredric.
[It's time.]
Fenrir blinked, staring at the screen for a moment. Then he slowly placed the tablet down, realizing exactly what his brother meant.
Ten minutes later, the world changed.
A statement dropped online—cold, brief, and explosive.
