Soon, they arrived at the Dark Alliance headquarters. The entire fortress felt unusually tense. The alliance had lost its true leader years ago, and ever since then, the organization had been ruled by a council of generals. Each of them was powerful, with levels ranging from 135 to 140, and they were considered terrifying figures across the continent. However, at this moment, none of them looked calm. They were all gathered inside the main hall, and every face carried the same expression of unease.
When Veldanava stepped inside, the temperature of the room seemed to drop. No visible pressure was released, yet everyone felt as if something incomprehensible had entered their domain. Their instincts screamed at them. Even the strongest among them felt as if their lives were hanging by a thin thread.
