Back in Emerald Castle's main city,
Ethan didn't speak for a long time.
Floating in front of him was a massive, three-dimensional star map—
crowded with markers.
Each glowing point represented a potential threat.
And among them all,
the Narlost Empire blazed in the most blinding shade of red.
"Too fast…"
Ethan muttered under his breath.
Narlost's strength had already surpassed the realm of ordinary nations.
Even a probing strike from them—
had come in the form of someone like Sarenyx.
If Feylora hadn't stepped in—
Emerald Castle would've been wiped off the map.
Ethan's gaze swept slowly across the entire map.
Compared to Narlost,
Emerald Castle still felt terrifyingly small.
If the enemy launched a full-scale assault,
there would be zero margin for error.
"We have to race the clock."
That was the only conclusion he could draw.
In the days that followed,
Emerald Castle plunged into a frenzy that bordered on madness.
Training—relentless, sleepless.
