Far from the continent of the Ultras—
—The Temple—
Only a few minutes had passed.
Mere minutes since the disaster had occurred.
The crimson gate that had appeared out of nowhere. Phoenix, who had rushed through it to follow them.
And the mages, who continued to report back...
Grim reports stating that the Empire's greatest generation—those who bore the titles of Church Champions, Victoriads, the children of current lords, and the heirs of the great guildmasters ..
Alongside the greatest talent of their time .. Phoenix Sunlight .
All of them had now vanished somewhere inside the continent of the Ultras.
Ivar Valerion, the current head of the Temple, stood before the growing pile of reports, his hand pressed against the wall as a throbbing headache nearly brought him to his knees.
The more he thought about the gravity of the situation, the harder it became to find any answer.
"What do we do now?"
What could he say? What would he announce?
