The soft light filtering through the tree canopies cast a calm glow over the round wooden table. It was covered with maps, marked-up notes, and empty mugs that hinted at long discussions before.
Ren sat at the center, his posture straight but relaxed, like a commander ready to unfold his next campaign. On his right, Leonel leaned back with crossed arms, pretending to look serious. On his left, Evie waited quietly, her silver eyes flicking between them.
"So…" Evie began, breaking the silence, "what World Boss are we talking about here?"
Ren's gaze flickered to her, and a lazy grin crept up his lips. He stretched out his hands across the table, palms pressing against the wide map of Arcadia.
"There are a few," he began, tapping one of the colored regions. "But the one we have a real chance of defeating lives in the west — in the Continent of Humans."
Leonel leaned in, rubbing his hands together. "Oh, so it's on our turf. The land of our real race, huh? That's convenient."
