บท 855: Meeting

"Are there any objections?" Oberon's voice cut through the room. Every paragon wore a serious expression, and the silence in the room was heavy.

The weight of his suggestion hung in the air, and the paragons couldn't help but exchange glances, each lost in thought.

It seemed like the most obvious choice to take. The future of the human domain was at stake, and only by banding together could they hope to survive this crisis. In Eldoralth, humans were often called cockroaches. They were one of the weakest races, and yet they had managed to survive countless tribulations for generations.

But even now, they doubted if survival was possible this time. Nurturing Atticus seemed like the best option.

Still, pooling their resources into a single person? A Ravenstein?

They hesitated.

He could be their hope, the one to save them from this crisis. But the paragons, who had lived for more than a century, knew humanity too well.