Inside the Council Hall, Roland stood in front of a massive map with his brows locked tight.
The map was marked with the terrain of the Demon Marches, its cities, and the power distribution of the Demon Dragon Lineage. Red markers crowded together so densely they nearly blanketed the entire northern half of the map.
"Mr. Chance!" The moment he saw Jared come in, Roland hurried to his feet, a flicker of surprise flashing through his eyes. "You've finally returned!"
Jared walked to the map and swept his eyes over the markings on it. "How bad is it?"
Roland's face turned heavy. "Not good... The Demon Dragon Lineage has been gathering its forces this whole time. Looks like they're preparing for something big. Our scouts reported back that Darian has already recalled all the scattered Demon Dragons from every corner. There are at least a thousand Demon Dragons gathered in the deep Demon Marches now."
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