"So, he's at the front line." Finally, the corners of Ian's lips curled up. Of course, it wasn't a smile of joy.0

"This is news to me as well," said the Count, his surprise now under control as he shifted his gaze. "I had heard nothing of the sort. What's going on?"0

Ian looked at Valten, whose yellow gaze remained calm behind his visor.0

"Since the expansion, the flow of chaos has shifted. It's become more unstable, more tangled," Valten explained, his voice dropping to a deeper tone.0

"Even among the Lions, some have felt these changes. It's likely because the demonic realm has grown, and the entities that used to consume chaos and madness within the rifts have vanished. As a result, unusual phenomena have appeared everywhere."0

The Count's eyes twitched. "Are you suggesting that the Wanderer's invasion was also because of that?"0

"There's no way to confirm, but it's possible," Valten replied.0

"And these phenomena you speak of—I assume they've started appearing in the archdemon's territories as well," Ian added.0

Valten met Ian's gaze and answered without hesitation. "Yes, that's correct."0

"Ah, for fuck's sake." Diana groaned, squeezing her temples with her eyes shut tightly. Though everyone turned to look at her, she did not conceal her frustration. Her eyes still closed, she muttered as though talking to herself. "No wonder. I had a bad feeling...0