Alan gripped the communication orb so tightly, cracks formed along its surface.
The news that the demons attacked Grigor directly, causing his chest to rumble violently. He rubbed his face, distorting his devastated face, looking at the walls where his men still drank and enjoyed their first victory.
Could he tell them about this?
Would they even reach Grigor in time?
"What do I do?" Alan muttered as if something gripped his heart and yanked it from his chest.
Crack!
The communication orb shattered into thousands of pieces as Alan lost his calm—the first victory of mankind suddenly becoming a joke because of a moment's carelessness. He didn't have a solution, and there wasn't enough time.
"I have to go right now." Alan stood from his desk and rushed to the door. Hopefully, he would find enough knights to help him reinforce Grigor.
Otherwise, everything they achieved here would be in vain.
*** Yumiko POV ***
