Logan stood on the makeshift and shabby podium,
sunlight filtered through sparse clouds,
dappled and sprinkled on his body,
casting a faint golden glow on his slightly weary yet still resolute figure.
He spread his hands, a look of helplessness and indifference flashed in his eyes, as if he had anticipated everything that was about to happen, mixed with a hint of imperceptible mockery.
He cleared his throat and continued:
"You all know, this last day is not an ordinary day.
The fury of the million beasts will surge like the tide once again, tumultuous and unstoppable.
They will spare no effort to devour everyone all at once, even the legendary Sovereign Beasthaven will appear personally, leading this devastating force, launching the final charge against us."
At this point, Logan's gaze swept across the three thousand faces below, some nervous, some puzzled, some indifferent.
