There was a heavy silence in the conference room. Every council head was present—except for the two who had died during the ambush. William and Olivia sat among them, grim-faced.
Charlotte wasn't here. Her wounds were too severe to move.
No one had gathered to blame William. They knew he hadn't caused this. Even if he had been on this side when the attack hit, there was no way he could've stopped something so massive on his own.
Demons had swept across every major city in every nation. It wasn't just the Hellstains. Hundreds of demons surged through the SOS, like they'd been waiting—waiting for the strongest defenders to leave, so they could strike with no resistance.
"Three S-rank warriors gave their lives fighting the ancient Phoenix to protect the headquarters," said one of the council heads, placing a thick file on the table. It contained the names of the fallen.
