Inside his study, Alvaron sat down and began his work with meticulous care.
But anyone observant would have noticed the wrinkles lining his forehead—clear signs of fatigue and exhaustion.
"Damn," he muttered under his breath, setting his quill down and leaning back in his chair. "The losses keep piling up, and the economy is stagnating. If this continues, a collapse is inevitable, and the eastern region will descend into chaos."
Earlier, he had dispatched two warships to slay the monster, but both missions ended in failure.
The creature was incredibly powerful and possessed a mysterious ability to manipulate the surrounding seas.
Four days later, he sent two hundred mages to suppress it. The outcome was the same—another failure.
The monster's body was cloaked in anti-magic, rendering all magical attacks useless—unless the caster was a Celestial-level mage.
