Ethan stared at the screen of his smartwatch for a moment, the call ending with a cold finality. His father's words still rang in his head—twelve dungeons attacked, three executives dead.
A purge.
That was the only way to describe it.
He exhaled slowly before looking up at Emily. She was already watching him, her expression tense, waiting. He could see the worry in her eyes, the unspoken question lingering on her lips.
"What happened?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tension in her shoulders.
Ethan ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tightening. "It's worse than I thought." His voice was lower now, restrained. "Azure Crest wasn't the only one attacked today. My family's dungeons—twelve of them were hit."
Emily's eyes widened. She sucked in a sharp breath. "Twelve?"
He gave a slow nod. "And we lost Marin Kont, Royce Grant, and Valencia Marlowe. They were executives of our guild."
The room fell into silence.
