"Indeed.... but we have made preparations for the unexpected."
Dono Prime's voice cut through the heavy silence like a blade.
"We will host the greatest Festival this world has ever witnessed," he said, the words carrying absolute certainty.
"On that day, we conquer this novel once and for all. The Main Character dies… and his entire faction dies with him."
The chamber grew deathly quiet.
Vaelor Origin shifted his six radiant wings, the first to break the stunned silence.
"That kind of confidence… where is it coming from, Dono?"
The White Elf leader leaned back on his throne, his emerald eyes gleaming with cold resolve.
"The Ancestors have already entered the Unknown. They are searching for the second anchor… and the power it contains. If they claim it, we will have everything we need."
The Anchors, as mentioned, held the boundary of the Novel together, and the Source already possessed one of them.
