Hearing that, Ethan looked genuinely surprised. "Why do you say that?"
"You mean… you really don't know?" Nathaniel blinked, clearly taken aback. He stared at Ethan for a moment, then let out a bitter laugh and shook his head. "Mr. Ethan, then I guess you're even more out of the loop than I thought. Half of the eight duchies that split off from the old Holy Griffon Empire have already been wiped out in this faction war! Right now, only Shadowfang, Griffonhold, Ravenmark, and Stormwing are still hanging on by a thread."
"And the worst part?" He sighed heavily. "The three main strongholds where most of our players were based—Unicorn Duchy, Ironhorn Duchy, and Eldoria Duchy—they're all gone. Flattened. Just ruins now. So… yeah."
"Sure, we've managed to relocate to the remaining duchies, but think about it—everything we built, everything we worked for, it's all gone. We're basically starting from scratch. Isn't that just the worst?"
