In the Kingdom of Thaloris, particularly within the Croceaus Territory, the situation was far from something that could be articulated with mere words.
For the past two days, the entire territory had become a veritable fortress, with no flights or escape routes available, leaving its inhabitants feeling like cattle awaiting slaughter.
Fear was palpable in the hearts of those who had embezzled funds or attempted to share information with rival noble families.
"How can they target us? We have served the Croceaus family loyally for years!" A man slammed his fist on the table, frustration bubbling over when his secretary reported they had been unable to reach the Marquess.
The man's voice rose like a thunderclap, his anger so intense it felt as if he were ready to snap the poor secretary like a twig.
