Eden looked between Lumi and Merath, waiting. The question itself was simple enough. The answer, he suspected, was anything but.
Most of the world had long since settled on a comfortable position regarding the Dark One. The believed the seal was unbreakable. The six heroes had ensured it with everything they had, with the full backing of every nation and people that existed, and the result had held for over seven centuries without a single problem.
Sure, this new organization, the Wings of Darkness, was a problem. Not to mention the commanders, many of which were still out there, were an obvious problem. They were dangerous, persistent, and cruel, and the world had lost good people fighting them over the decades.
Yet, they were merely extremely powerful. Just that. They were a manageable problem. Armies could engage commanders. Nations could push back against the Wings of Darkness. Intelligence networks could track their movements and disrupt their operations.
