Without warning, the paper caught fire—not with normal flames, but with a silent, eerie burn—and turned to ash in an instant.
Velrath's expression hardened. His gaze grew serious, as if that small fire had ignited real worry in his heart. He looked toward Malchaezar, who finally spoke in a deep, calm voice.
"Lord Velrath… according to my reading, the one leading Invictus Sect's forces at Fortress Eight is most likely a King-tier Sovereign."
His words fell like muffled thunder, shaking the room.
Silence reigned once more.
Several faces went pale instantly. A burly man with bulging muscles and a black-red flame robe was the first to speak, his voice sharp, "How can you be sure, Malchaezar?"
Another elder quickly followed, confusion and disbelief in his voice. "If they had someone that strong, why bother deploying millions of robots?"
