Emily's breath hitched, her throat tightening as the full weight of what her father had just said sank in. Her fingers twitched slightly, a rare crack in her composure.
"Th-three rank-8 demonic humans…?" she whispered, barely able to get the words out.
That level of force was astonishing. Overkill. A direct declaration of extermination.
What the hell?
Were they really that determined to erase Azure Crest?
She swallowed, her mind racing. If they were a high-ranking guild—if they had the same presence as one of the elite associations—maybe, maybe this level of aggression would make sense. If this was Team 1 or Team 2, the strongest forces of Azure Crest, she could understand them being a prime target.
But Team 3?
Her father?
The enemy had spared nothing.
Either they were desperate to wipe Azure Crest from existence… or they had this much manpower to spare.
She didn't know which possibility was worse.
