The next day, inside the Supreme Council Chamber of the royal palace in Golden Stone City.
This was the largest royal council meeting the Aiselan Kingdom had held in three hundred years.
The commanders of the five major legions, twelve Hereditary Dukes, the deans of the three major Spiritual Arts Academies, and the governors of every province were all in attendance. Over fifty core figures who held absolute power over the kingdom lined both sides of the long table.
Fourteen hours.
This number pressed down on everyone's hearts like an invisible mountain.
In past years, driving back the Beast Tide required sacrificing a hundred thousand lives in a bitter, ten-day struggle. Yet, the man named Wesren had crushed it to dust in merely half a day.
Unconcealable awe filled the eyes of the military generals.
