Clay stood still for a moment after hearing the butler's words, his expression caught between confusion and irritation, as if his mind had just been pulled away from a path he had carefully planned for himself.
Summoned?
The word echoed in his head.
He had not expected this.
Not now.
Not when everything was about to begin.
Three days…
His eyes narrowed slightly as he stared past the butler, his thoughts moving quickly.
In three days, the first calamity will descend. The one that wipes out entire villages. The one that no one sees coming until it is too late. If I do nothing, thousands… no, tens of thousands could die.
He clicked his tongue softly.
He was not a saint.
He knew that.
He had killed without hesitation when needed, especially those who provoked him or stood in his way, and he did not feel regret for that.
But this was different.
Manaless people… civilians…
His jaw tightened.
