John quickly summoned Alan and the others.
Inside the City Lord Mansion, the atmosphere was solemn.
John stood before a massive sand table of the Apocalypse Continent, his finger tracing a line from the far north all the way to the far south.
Along the way, there were many important cities that needed to be defended.
He raised his head, swept his gaze over the five vice guild leaders present, and said in a deep voice, "Time is tight, so I'll keep this brief."
Alan, Evelyn, Anna, Hex, and Boros sat on both sides, their expressions grave.
They still carried the sharp, murderous aura of commanders whose battle corps had just finished assembling.
"The six main cities of the Apocalypse Continent are all currently in our hands."
John planted six blue marker flags on the sand table one after another. "But our intelligence has confirmed that the abyssal army is gathering on the other side of the Ashen Mountains. Their vanguard could cross the ridge at any moment.
