In the vast conference hall of the Duke's mansion.
The originally spacious hall, hundreds of meters wide, was now packed shoulder to shoulder with representatives from numerous factions. The air was filled with the smell of sweat and the cacophony of voices, creating a scene as chaotic as a bustling marketplace, with the noise nearly lifting the roof.
"How did Owen learn the secret of the Divine Path Stone and use it to survive the Millennial Cataclysm? If only we'd known earlier!"
"Exactly! If we had known sooner, others would be begging us for help instead of us begging them."
A few members of Middle Earth factions wore expressions of envy, jealousy, and regret.
"Heh, what's the use of saying that now? Even if you knew about the Divine Path Stone, you'd still lack the power to claim it," scoffed the Dragon Princess from amidst the crowd, disdainful of those envious of Owen.