Morgana's eyes were locked on the scrying screen, her usual composure dissolving into a snarl of fury and terror. The sight of Sunny preparing to unleash a world-ending attack, coupled with Perran's identical retaliation, made her hands tremble.
'Stupid. I knew God Wolf was recklessly powerful, but this is beyond stupid!' Her mind raced, calculating the impact. 'There are more than five hundred million people in the Upper World, across the three kingdoms. That clash… it won't just destroy the battle center. If it connects, it will shatter the fragile spatial equilibrium, collapsing the entire realm. It will either cripple the Upper World for centuries or get them all killed.'
The gravity of the situation transformed the distant skirmish into an imminent, existential threat.
"I must get her out," Morgana muttered, her heart pounding a heavy rhythm against her ribs. She whirled around to the exact spot where Josephine have been.
"....?!!"
