The council room remained quiet long after the psychic beast finished speaking.
The air was heavy.
The image of Xu Huan sealing Raguth still hovered faintly in the center of the room, the light flickering like it was burning into their minds.
No one said anything for a while.
Finally, the white-furred elder let out a slow breath through his nose. "So that's how far the Xu family has come…"
The feathered beast elder stayed still. His eyes didn't blink. His claws tapped slowly against the armrest of his throne.
"We can't keep going like this," he muttered. "If we send more into the Central Continent, we'll just be feeding them more bodies."
The psychic beast nodded. "They're too prepared. Their traps are layered. Their formations are hidden in plain sight.
They knew we were coming before we even left. There's no way that happened without long-term planning."
