CH486 As the Wind Blows In Pangea... I
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Meanwhile, in the Pangea Plane…
News of the interplanar travel tragedy that had befallen Earl Drake Fury's son—Alex Fury—quietly spread through the upper circles of the Virellian Empire's nobility.
These were not ordinary aristocrats.
They were juggernauts—figures who stood at the peak of not only the Virellian Empire, but the entire Arun Continent.
Being as intelligent and well-informed as they were, It didn't take long for them to put the pieces together.
And when they did, their eyes turned toward the unholy alliance formed by the heirs of Wastelander and Reichart, alongside the scion of Machholt.
All attention shifted to Ashen Castle, waiting for the Mad Earl's response.
Yet weeks passed.
Nearly a full month.
And still… nothing emerged from the City of Ashes, aside from an elevated patrol presence by its guards.
But instead of calming anyone down, it only made the nobility more uneasy.
