The silence following Victor's explanation lingered for several moments. No one spoke or asked questions. The numbers alone were enough to crush any optimism they had carried into the room. Three hundred and twenty-seven disappearances, sixty-one recovered corpses, not a single survivor? This wasn't a game.
Victor watched their expressions carefully before nodding to himself. "Good. You aren't panicking."
Bahamut tilted his head while Ren snorted.
"Should we?"
Victor chuckled. "I've seen veteran investigators throw up after hearing only half of what I've just told you."
He walked toward another wall, this one entirely covered in colored threads. Unlike the previous board, these strings connected people instead of locations. Every connection imaginable had already been drawn.
"It wasn't for lack of trying."
He snapped his fingers. One of the magical arrays floating above the room descended slowly, projecting dozens of translucent documents into the air.
