"...Curse energy?"
Annan frowned, realizing the problem was becoming serious.
His expression turned grave.
"Which curse energy are you speaking of?"
Just in case, Annan inquired further.
He still harbored a sliver of hope.
If it truly was that curse energy, then this was not a matter as simple as a local noble rebellion...
But Vasily's answer completely shattered Annan's hope, "It's the one you're thinking of. The legendary 'Holy Grail,' 'Fountain of Youth,' 'Fountain of Immortality,'—the forbidden elven technique that pumps the 'Blood of the World' from the Curse Cellar. A world-altering power that can almost fulfill any desire one imagines..."
Upon hearing the word 'Curse Cellar,' Annan could finally confirm it.
"But how dare they..."
"Why wouldn't they dare?"
Vasily Rasputin scoffed, cutting off Annan's words, "Short-sighted and selfish. For them, protecting their wealth and power is the highest purpose, the fundamental motive behind all actions...
