In the western part of Ancita Continent,
Within the Multiracial United Empire, in the territory of Holy Lomari.
The night grew deeper, and everything within the Empire seemed to settle into calmness; all appeared peaceful and serene.
However, just then, an ear-piercing roar erupted from a mansion on the outskirts of the capital, breaking the silence of the night.
"Damn it! Why is there still no news? What the heck are they doing?"
Inside an office within the mansion, a middle-aged man of average height, wearing black glasses and looking dignified, angrily slammed his fist onto his desk.
With the violent surge of deep blue magic, the once-solid desk shattered into pieces, its debris scattered all over the floor.
The servants and attendants in the room immediately fell to one knee. The leading manservant, with genuine fear and trepidation in his voice, pleaded:
