Bang.
"President Brent!"
Someone rushed inside the president's office.
"What happened?" Brent furrowed his eyebrows and stood up, feeling something bad had happened after watching how the person in front of him was covered in sweat.
"We have gotten an emergency signal."
"Hmm? Have the academies and other bases supported them." Brent tilted his head in confusion. This shouldn't be his responsibility, so he didn't know why the woman rushed like this.
"But…The base that gave the emergency signal was Yukon Territory Base."
"What?!" Brent slammed his table. "What happened?"
"According to them, they are most likely to face more than three million magical beasts. At the same time, General Brad Matthew and his deputy, Dun, faced three magical beasts that can use magic."
"What did you say? Magic?" Brent narrowed his eyes. "Three magical beasts? And they can use magic? Is there a record of that?"
"No. We haven't heard about it."
