As Kallus's holographic form faded from the chamber, the five remaining figures stood still—each of them briefly lost in calculation, reflection, and quiet dread.
The future was shifting faster than any of them could fully grasp. And ready or not, they would have to adapt.
None of them had a choice.
Things were changing—rapidly and irreversibly. And though they didn't speak it aloud, each of them knew: if the Void Fleet hadn't been here… they might not even be alive to worry about the future.
That thought alone sent a cold chill down their spines.
The contents of the meeting—the Orc fleet, the Minotaurs, the return of mana, the warships drifting toward their world—were still sinking in. Kallus had only hinted at the Minotaurs' full intentions. He hadn't shared details, but from the way he spoke, death would've been the least of their concerns.
Thankfully, the Void Fleet was here. And that, more than anything, gave them hope.
