In a massive, vaulted war room draped in the crimson and gold banners of thirteen nations, the atmosphere was not one of imperial triumph, but of suffocating, bone-chilling dread.
The air was shrouded with the scent of bitter tea and the cold sweat of men who had realized they had just gambled away the foundations of their empires.
"What!? Wiped out!?" the King of the Azure Sun Kingdom roared, his voice cracking as he slammed his jeweled scepter onto the obsidian strategy table.
They were just waiting here, expecting a good news, but who knew that the news delivered to them would be so devastating and unbelievable.
After all, anyone would find it hard to believe that a clan full of paper tigers can annihilate a near ten million army, right?
