To say that that day had been one of the most stressful days of Emperor Rael's entire life was not an exaggeration.
Never before in his entire life had he found himself at such a critical juncture with such astronomical stakes, with little influence or control over the outcome. Even when the East Panamic Treaty Alliance had decided to destroy the Kandrian Empire in the Great East Panamic War, he hadn't felt as helpless and pressured as he was now.
The fate of the entire world hinged on the battle between the Martial Sages and the Beast That Roared, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Nothing beyond trusting the Martial Sages of human civilization and his son.
He sat at the table in his Royal Office, unable to even focus on the variety of intelligence reports and documents at his table, as well as the other legislative paperwork that he needed to get to.
