Vlad and Jormungandr immediately adopted solemn expressions, their eyes cold and calculating as they absorbed the gravity of the word "threat." If there was an enemy on the horizon, they needed to deal with it swiftly and decisively—protecting the civilians of the Xaos Kingdom was paramount.
"Demons or angels?" Vlad's voice was sharp. His mind jumped to the usual forces that sought to enslave Terra. Aliens were a clear threat in his eyes, deserving of immediate eradication. But Overlord's response diverted his train of thought.
"The possible threat stems from the south, Prime Master, and they are human. They are the people from the Turkin Country."
Vlad's eyes narrowed. He was familiar with the Turkin Country. While it was massive in size, its population was not even half that of Constantine Country.
