Inside the Council Hall, Roland stood before a massive map, his brows drawn tight.

The map detailed the terrain of the Demon Marches, its cities, and the power distribution of the Demon Dragon Lineage. Red markers were packed so densely they nearly covered the entire northern half.

“Mr. Chance!”

The moment he saw Jared enter, Roland straightened, surprise flashing across his face. “You’re finally back!”

Jared walked up to the map, his gaze sweeping over it. “How bad is it?”

Roland’s expression darkened. “Not good. The Demon Dragon Lineage has been gathering forces this entire time. It looks like they’re preparing for something major. Our scouts report that Darian has already recalled all scattered Demon Dragons from every corner. There are at least a thousand gathered deep in the Demon Marches now.”

“A thousand?” Jared’s brow tightened.