Ten Months
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Typically, only global events like the global summit could draw such a diverse crowd.
Yet now, they were all converging at the Bright Hall.
Within the confines of the hall, representatives from a hundred nations and the men of the Northern Army stood assembled.
The hall accommodated nearly two hundred individuals in total.
Hand in hand with Heather Sage, Braydon Neal quietly entered the chamber.
Though slender of frame, Braydon exuded an aura akin to the heavens themselves.
His gaze possessed a primal intensity, radiating a formidable presence.
"Your Highness, the Northern King!"
The entire assembly bowed in reverence.
They all understood the sheer might wielded by the Northern King.
"Please, be seated," Braydon spoke softly. "I've convened you all today because there are matters that require clarification."
The room fell silent, each person hanging on his every word.