The thunder, as powerful as war drums, tore through the sky.

Dark clouds, brimming with fury, churned beneath the world, releasing an atmosphere of anxiety and oppression.

This restless tide surged into my heart and lungs, drowning and destroying all ease and nature.

Strange lights flashed frequently between the dark clouds, their bright colors lifting the center of the clouds and creating a destructive aura like a blade piercing the earth.

The Padarumbu Sea was not far from the Empire, and the strange movements and tremors above the sea spread to the Karencia Empire.

Even the capital city, the heart of the empire, was affected.

The sky was overcast, as if the eyelids of a god were tightly closed, completely obscuring the light.

The thunderous roar transformed into the deep, drawn-out snores of Hypnos.

A sudden gust of wind swept through the street, the wooden sign clattering against the sides of the street, and the stone pavement seemed to echo with a dull thud.

Large raindrops fell like countless natural objects from the sky, sweeping wildly and swirling across the entire city.

Horses neighed, and vehicles overturned.

The terrifying downpour and gale seemed capable of sweeping everything into the air.

The towering palace dome was swept by the storm, its howling shrieks echoing and spreading a ghostly, malevolent aura.

Under this gloomy atmosphere, even the enormous palace was plunged into an atmosphere of profound oppression.

Its majesty seemed to have seized control of everything.

The surrounding area was lit by flickering candlelight, making the entire interior of the palace extremely dark.

Horror began to spread like a plague, inhaled by all the trembling ministers.

They felt as if a piece of gravel was stuck in their throats, making them extremely choked up.

The palace gates rattled and banged as the strong winds swept through.

A strong sense of fear pounded relentlessly in the minister's heart.

The situation is urgent.

Emperor Auberlene, supported by Aurelion, sat solemnly on his throne, facing the ministers to one side.

His eyes, like those of a lion, radiated intense majesty and shone especially brightly on the dimly lit throne.

It was like a sharp dagger hanging over the heads of the ministers.

Upon seeing the emperor's arrival, the ministers, though their hearts pounded and sweat dripped down their faces, could only steel themselves and report as quickly as possible:

"Your Majesty! News has arrived from all corners of the Empire!"

"Besitite has also been flooded by torrential rains; the floodwaters have already entered the city!"

"Your Majesty! Rebinia has suffered from extremely high temperatures and drought. Many crops have withered in just one day due to the heat."

"Matt Remy was hit by a thunderstorm..."

The ministers continued their report, one sentence at a time, their faces filled with anxiety and shock.

The elemental uprising affected almost the entire empire.

Almost every city within the empire was affected.

Aubrey squinted, leaning back on the throne, his arm gripping the armrest slightly, and slowly asked:

"So, where did this disaster of elemental upheaval come from?"

A minister, trembling, respectfully stepped forward and handed a magic stone to Aubrey.

“Your Majesty! This is a record of the Padarumbu Sea made by Dean Rachel.”

The transparent magic stone gradually lit up, revealing a picture of a magic stone floating with pale blue magic power.

The turbulent waters of Padarum were also shrouded in dark clouds, but the chaos there was many times more terrifying than that in the capital.

Viktor found himself in the raging sea, surrounded by terrifying disasters. The four colors were intertwined, completely losing their harmony.

Terrifying lightning flashed above the clouds, and two enormous dragons, some faintly visible, were tightly intertwined, amidst raging thunder and surging storms.

Storms, carrying thunder, frequently descended between the ocean and the barren land.

On the ocean's surface, purple lightning flashed actively, blasting dark, massive rocks standing amidst powerful waves into fragments.

The lightning and thunder struck with lightning speed, shattering the vast scorched earth and sending up towering dust clouds that fueled the blazing flames, as if capable of incinerating the remains of gods.

Aurelion, who was standing nearby, widened her eyes in surprise.

What is the teacher doing there?!

The other ministers, unaware of the truth, were equally speechless and utterly shocked.

Holy crap, isn't that Viktor?

Standing alone amidst four colossal beasts in such an extreme environment, it is truly unbelievable that he could survive.

At this moment, the minister continued to speak, his voice trembling.

“Count Victor... he has been here for two whole days.”

Everyone else fell silent.

The minister continued his report to Aubrey:

"Your Majesty, the Mage Council wants to broadcast the battlefield live to other countries, so we would like to ask for your opinion."

Considering that Victor was, after all, a member of the Karencia Empire, the mages decided to ask the emperor for his opinion.

Aubrey sat on his throne, gazing at the scene before him with a calm expression, showing not even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

However, he suddenly pointed to the white dragon faintly visible through the thick clouds in the image and asked:

"Was that the thing that ran from the far north to the south last time?"

The courtiers were taken aback upon hearing this, and then fell into a brief silence.

One of the ministers quickly nodded:

"Yes, Your Majesty, it is that dragon."

Aubrey relaxed his body and leaned back on the throne again:

"Tell the council that it's approved."

"But they must also contribute to this ocean."

He added calmly:

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