The words of the Saint echoed in the grand room as everybody needed a moment to let the words sink in.
The Saint, the strongest human in the city and the sole reason humanity was still standing, just said that a monster was approaching, and that monster was stronger than him?
Eric felt goosebumps all over his body. Usually, he tried to think in a positive light, even if the current circumstances were dire... but right now, It seemed as though the city was on the brink of inevitable doom.
He shifted his gaze to the people present in the room. The eyes of every single person in the room looked empty, almost like they had lost hope.
Not only the Masters, but the Grandmasters as well, seemed frozen—unable to think of a way to act.
Eric gulped audibly, as realization hit him. With each second, the heavier the despair in the room became, the less morale humanity's strongest troops would have, making their odds of winning even slimmer.
