"Yeah, today dozens more territories disappeared from the rankings." Bayer sighed, "The territory ranking keeps shifting, and some territories shoot up quickly because they've absorbed the power from others. In the future, it seems only the stronger territories can survive; if you don't rise, you'll be swallowed up—or devoured by Demon Beasts."
The disaster sweeping across Stan Continent came too fast and too fierce; many territories weren't prepared at all.
"San Sebastian City has been putting out newspapers recently." Bayer suddenly spoke, "Lord Saint Seva on there admitted he had concealed the crisis because he was misled; he said he'll try his best to make up for it, and will strive to lead everyone through the Beast Tide together."
Bayer knows the inside story, after all.
The prophecy about the apocalypse had long been foretold, but the Royal Capital never revealed a single word.
If they'd said something earlier, maybe...
Zhou Bai listened, lips pressed in a tight line.
