A heavy silence fell over the room. No one opened their mouths, and everyone looked dazed. What could they possibly say? There was a limit to how bad a situation could get, but what they were facing now far surpassed that. All three factions—Demon Empire, the Abyss, and the Sernitas—were heading toward Shalyh. It almost felt like a dream rather than reality. Perhaps they were in a really bad nightmare.

After some time, a voice broke through the suffocating silence.

“We…have…to escape…” The voice was so faint that it sounded like it would break at any moment. “We can’t…win…ever…” Mangil murmured listlessly while he lay prone on the ground. He was saying what the majority of the attendees were thinking. This ordeal was too great to face. It was such an immense and enormous tsunami of dangers that they couldn’t imagine fighting against it; it seemed evident that they would all be swept away without a trace.

“T-There isn’t any time to waste!” Breaking out of the daze, Mangil quickly got up. “What are you all doing? We need to spread this news as fast as possible and flee! Thankfully, we still have some time to pack our goods and escape! Let’s quickly move!” Mangil was encouraging everyone to abandon Shalyh and retreat to the Cassiubia Mountain Range. It was the most logical course of action to take right now. All the Cassiubia League members thoughtlessly nodded in agreement.

Yet the heroes hesitated. They could empathize with Mangil’s...