Many things are destined, you can't escape them

On the Arsen Continent, within a grand, old castle.

The third floor housed a spacious banquet hall.

At this moment, the hall was packed with people, at least two hundred or more.

These individuals were representatives from various martial and commercial cities across the Arsen Continent.

A raised platform had been erected at the front of the hall.

Typically, this space was used for wedding receptions or lively parties.

But today, the atmosphere was starkly different.

A heavy silence hung over the banquet hall, every face etched with grim concern. Many were pale, their eyes filled with fear.

The recent upheaval on the Arsen Continent had instilled a sense of threat even in these usually high-and-mighty city lords. Some even drew parallels to the demonic invasion of two thousand years ago.

Thus, they had united today to hold a council, to discuss how to confront these so-called dungeon race creatures.