Chapter 153: Disaster
The battlefield had fallen eerily silent. Only the soft crackle of black aura whispered across the air, carrying with it the sense of a storm of consequences — a reckoning just beginning.
Meanwhile, at the navy headquarters, the tension was palpable. Seven Seraph Admirals sat in somber assembly, flanked by Uruma Nithel and the navy's second-in-command, Sora Nithel. The room was vast and cold, with metal walls reflecting the pale light of overhead lamps, maps and holograms flickering across the table.
Seraphel Dawn broke the silence.
"So… why are we here?"
Uruma's voice was sharp, carrying both authority and frustration.
"We sent an eight-ship fleet, and yet… we failed to capture the demon child."
Dawn leaned back, expression unreadable.
"So?"
"What do you mean, 'so'? It's the greatest embarrassment in decades." Uruma's tone was taut with restraint.
Dawn's silence stretched, thick with tension, before he finally spoke.
"If you hadn't ordered a retreat, we would have captured the demon boy already."
Uruma adjusted his glasses, the reflection glinting with cold light.
"We already lost too many lives. Retreat was necessary."
Seraph Admiral Revand Krowe rose from his seat, exuding quiet menace.
"Then why not let me go? I'll capture him myself."
Uruma's gaze was unwavering.
"Yes, but not yet. He's in Morgan Tarek's territory. It's too risky."
Sora Nithel rubbed his temple, voice tired.
"That's… a headache."
Uruma's tone sharpened, measured and resolute.
"Dravon Solmere… if he acts, the balance of the world could collapse. He may already be observing our moves. We cannot afford recklessness."
Outside, the wind howled like a warning, echoing the storm of consequences gathering over the horizon.