The echo of Profound Prison's voice faded.
The great hall fell utterly silent.
It was as if an invisible hand had seized their hearts, stilling every beat.
Dead end.
Those two words, like a pair of invisible sledgehammers, shattered the last shred of foolish hope held by every human representative in the hall.
'How could it be a dead end?'
'This was the Gaia Alliance, humanity's greatest think tank! They had expended incalculable resources and computational power to deduce this one and only path to survival!'
"Senior... what do you mean by that?!"
The blond Grandmaster from the Divine Shield Alliance could no longer remain calm.
He rose from his stone chair, his posture remaining deferential, but his voice trembled with extreme confusion and fear.
"This... This is impossible."
"Our Alliance's Star-Seeing Council had multiple Tier Five Grandmasters collaborate on this divination."
