"The Red Slumber?!" Reynold's voice rang out, sharp and panicked.
"That deathly disease that wiped out the entire Ravar Kingdom?!"
His outburst stirred the room. The holograms flickered slightly as the envoys reacted—some erupted in disbelief, scoffing at the notion, while others wore grim expressions, realizing the weight of what their king had just asked of them.
"Your Majesty," Norman, the envoy of Mycentia, said, his voice tense.
"You want this disease to wipe out humanity?!"
"This might be a path to revenge," Raymond added, frowning deeply.
"But think again, Your Majesty. The economy will collapse, crops will rot, cattle will die."
"What could possibly be gained from such widespread ruin?"
"He's right! What about my family?" another envoy shouted.
"I heard daemons aren't immune either! Are we to poison our own lands?!"
The room descended into chaos, a chorus of rising voices and objections.
