It took almost three hours for everybody to read the two intelligence reports.
The meeting room of the Council of Elders was absolutely quiet.
After a long time, an elder who couldn't hold back the suffocating atmosphere finally asked, "Alfred, are you sure the intelligence is accurate?"
"I know it looks unbelievable, but it's true." Alfred heaved a sigh. "When we lived in seclusion spurning the rest of the world, those Golden Sons ran into our world from an alternate dimension. It was two years ago."
"They're undying?" Murphy snorted. "What if their souls are imprisoned?"
Alfred shook his head. "Someone already tried that, but it didn't work. Their souls seem to be protected by natural laws. After their bodies died, their souls would go into a strange alternate dimension. No spells can work on their souls until they get a new body."
