Chapter 590 The Strongest Region
Fein's phone rang, and he quickly picked it up. "Hello?" he answered.
"Fein, it's Zero," a deep, confident voice responded on the other end.
"Ah, Zero," Fein greeted, recognizing the voice of the leader of the QWERTY Organization. "What can I do for you?"
"I wanted to speak with you about the recent conflict between the North and the Twelve Devils," Zero said. "I know that you went to the North sometime ago, and I'm curious if you would go there and help them...
Fein paused for a moment, considering his response. "To be honest, I'm still weighing my options," he said. "I understand the importance of neutrality, but I also can't stand by and watch innocent lives be taken."
"I see," Zero replied thoughtfully. "And what do you think would be the best course of action for the QWERTY Organization?"
Fein took a deep breath, knowing that his answer could have far-reaching consequences. "I believe that we should offer our support to the North," he said. "They are humans either way, and humans are only one race under the heavens. No matter what color or ethnicity. Our common enemies are the demon race."
There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the line, and Fein held his breath, waiting for Zero's response. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Zero spoke.
"Very well," he said. "Your decision is not one that I would have made, but I respect it. We will support the North in any way that we can."
Fein breathed a sigh of relief, grateful that his decision had been accepted. "Thank you, Zero," he said sincerely. "I appreciate your understanding."
"Of course," Zero replied. "Is there anything else that you need from me?"
"No, that's all," Fein said. "Thank you for your time."
"Anytime," Zero said, and with that, the call ended.
Fein leaned back in his chair, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He knew that his decision would not be popular with everyone, but he also knew that he had made the right choice. With the support of the QWERTY Organization, the North would have a fighting chance against the Twelve Devils, and innocent lives would be spared. It was a small victory in the midst of a great war, but it was a victory nonetheless.
...
The attack on the North by the demons had left the citizens of the country in a state of panic and anxiety. The government had no way to hide such a big event from the people, and news of the attack had spread like wildfire. In the days that followed, scenes of panic and fear could be seen across the country as people struggled to come to terms with the reality of the situation.
In the bustling city of Metropolis, people were seen frantically rushing to stores, stocking up on supplies, and preparing for the worst. The streets were lined with cars as people tried to leave the city, hoping to find safety in the countryside.
In a small town, a group of friends huddled around a radio, listening to the latest news reports. Their faces were etched with worry as they heard about the scale of the demon attack. They couldn't believe that such creatures actually existed and that they had the power to threaten their very existence.
In another part of the country, a woman watched the news on television with tears streaming down her face. She had never been a believer in the supernatural, but now she was forced to confront the reality of the situation. She hugged her children close, fearing for their safety and wondering what the future held for them.
The anxiety and fear were not limited to the general public. Even those in positions of power were shaken by the events of the past few days. At the government's emergency headquarters, officials worked around the clock to try and come up with a plan to deal with the demon threat. Their faces were drawn and tense as they discussed possible scenarios and strategies.
The news had also affected the military, and soldiers were seen rushing to their bases, preparing for the worst. Even they were shocked to hear about the existence of demons, and many of them wondered if their training was enough to deal with such a threat.
As the days went by, people began to realize that this was not just a random attack. The demons were clearly organized and had a plan. The thought of a full-blown war with the demon race left many people feeling helpless and afraid.
In the midst of all this chaos and uncertainty, there were also stories of hope and resilience. Communities came together, offering support and comfort to each other. People who had never met before banded together to help those in need. It was in moments like these that the true strength of the human spirit shone through.
But despite all this, the shadow of war loomed large over the country, and it seemed like only a matter of time before the demons would strike again.
...
In the grand palace of the Central Plains, the high-ranking officials of the region gathered for an emergency meeting to discuss the recent events in the North.
"The twelve devils think they can threaten our lands? They must be mistaken. We are the Central Plains, the strongest region in the continent," declared the Chancellor, a stout man with a commanding presence.
The other officials nodded in agreement, all wearing smug expressions. They had long believed themselves to be superior to the other regions and took pride in their strength and resources.
"We don't need to send any reinforcements to the North. Let them handle their own affairs. If they can't handle a few devils, then they are not worth our time," said the Minister of Defense, a tall man with a stern demeanor.
The rest of the officials chuckled at the statement, clearly in agreement. They did not see the twelve devils as a threat, but rather a nuisance that the North could handle on their own.
"Besides, we have our own borders to protect. We can't risk weakening our own defenses by sending troops to a region that clearly can't defend themselves," added the Minister of Foreign Affairs, a woman with a sharp tongue.
The officials continued to discuss their plans for fortifying their own borders and strengthening their own armies. They did not seem concerned about the possibility of a full-blown war between the human race and the demon race. In their eyes, they were the Central Plains, and nothing could threaten their power.
Little did they know, their arrogance and complacency would lead to dire consequences. The twelve devils were not to be underestimated, and their actions would soon have consequences that would shake the entire continent.