On another floor of the Sephiroth Tree, Hwang Chae-Il had arranged it so that everything happening inside Eden could be seen from here too.

In this room, two women stood quietly. One wore a pure white outfit and was looking at the screens with worry.

“What’s wrong?” The second woman had the opposite appearance. She wore a black dress and was leisurely sipping wine. The scene outside and her composure created quite a contrast.

The woman in white turned toward her but remained quiet.

“You want to get out and fight too?” the woman in black asked.

“No, it’s not that,” the first woman replied calmly.

‘El.’ The woman in the black dress, Soo-Jung, waited for El to continue.

“I’m just worried about our allies. How many of them will survive this war?”

“Hmm…” Soo-Jung placed the wine glass on the table and turned toward the screens. “Everything is going according to our plan.”

10,000 players. This included 300 demons and 200 weaponized players created by Andras and the Caravan Guild.

Most importantly…

“I sense three hell kings; one of them is Leviathan, but…” Soo-Jung trailed off.

“We aren’t certain of the other...