The echo of the receptionist's scream slowly faded away. The three high-ranking heroes and the experienced guild master stood frozen in place, processing the sheer magnitude of the words they had just heard.
To the surprise of everyone present, Sophia was the first to break the silence.
"What... what on earth are you saying, Irene? That makes no sense." Sophia rounded her desk with quick steps, approached the terrified receptionist, and snatched the crumpled sheet of paper from her hands with a rough jerk.
Her emerald eyes began to scan the written lines in desperation, searching for the error in the report.
"That is simply impossible," Delia intervened, crossing her arms as she stared at the parchment in the guild master's hands. "Entire decades have passed since the death of the last demon king."
Alina also looked at them, completely in disbelief.
