"November 4, Yanan Calendar."
"Evening."
"The Divine side launched another attack on the Soah Islands, the avatars of Night and Hunting Goddess descended, and they were surrounded and defeated by the well-prepared Wizards on Jina Island."
"The pollution caused by the divine avatar engulfed almost the entire Jina Island, forcing the defending wizards to abandon the island and retreat fully..."
Tin Saint School, dawn.
The room was dim.
Atbolde was sitting on a recliner in the study.
He was holding a newspaper distributed by the School to members of the Second Rank and above during wartime, reading it aloud.
The weak daylight that penetrated the enormous force field window fell on the old man's decayed body, outlining the grotesque silhouette of roots on his lower half.
If one looked closely, they would realize that what Atbolde was sitting on was not a real recliner, but part of his own transformed body.
"...The situation is still critical."
