2 Taking Action

The current key members of the government and representatives of the Witch Union were distraught with shock, worry and sadness with the current developments. Men and women alike could not fathom their ancestor king's idea. Where can they move to? Won't it be useless?

Looking at their faces, suddenly Roland missed the ever accomodating Barov and the competent Edith, his two right hand man and woman. Roland could only sensed total trust from them, and the intense will to carry out his order. The current generation was not composed enough.

Roland tapped his study to get their attention while saying, "What I mean is, we need to migrate out of this planet, ladies and gents. That was the only solution I can think of."

Another bombshell.

These people had never entertain that notion. All this while, they were trying hard to accomodate issues within their vast empire. Some semblance of studies had been done pertaining to space but was quite limited since the budget allocated to it was miniscule. Nobody could see the significance, until now.

The Witch Union fare a bit better; they had Extraordinaries researching on space and its surrounding. Some witches had powers withunique properties, needing them to be tested in a space-like environment. However, the efforts were still considered entry level.

"The most crucial parts are, how to migrate, and where to migrate. Staying here will be akin to letting ourselves die without giving a last-ditch effort. We need to develop the necessary technology as soon as possible." Roland explained with confidence.

"Linneia, you shall round up witches under the category of spatial properties and teleportation properties from the union to form a new research team with the objective of intergalactic travel.

Queen Anna, in the meantime, will take over to lead a team consists of fire-based witches and water-based witches in the rescue efforts. Include a medic team and the army as well."

He smiled gently at Anna, eyes shone with deep love. He knew Anna was a person who would like to be involved and help out. Anna gratefully returned Roland's smile sweetly. Their gaze locked on each other for a minute longer.

Everyone in the study sweated.

They can even flirt with each other in public now! What a flagrant show of lovey doveyness! The perks of being the highest authority of an empire is great for sure.

Linneia gave an awkward gentle cough, "Noted, your Highness. I need a day to round out everyone."

She directly went out of Roland's study and took out a device similar to a smartphone. The difference was only at the top part where a bluish stone emitting light. It was the magic stone turned into wave receptors cum energy supply.

"It's me. Stop whatever you're doing. Return to Neverwinter Imperial Capital now. I will explain later. You got until 0900 tomorrow to arrive." She called several witches and gave the same instruction.

While Linneia was on the move, Roland liaised with the ministers necessary for ample resources, transportation and constructions. They were to efficiently transport refugees, provide support, filled up the granaries and start on an underground bunker project simultaneously. All works will be spearheaded by King Azul and the king will report back to Roland on the updates as soon as possible.

Roland was not worried over his great grandson-in-law's competence; Azul did well in following the policy he had implemented. He was the previous generation's most celebrated scholar before he wedded their descendant, Maia.

Queen Maia, the wife of King Azul, was the current strongest witch. She was an Extraordinary with very high level of comprehension. Thus, she had evolved her inner magic core four times. She was on par with King Azul in terms of intelligence. Queen Maia's team, which consists of four Extraordinaries, were tasked to converge their energy to uphold a gigantic protective shield covering the whole Neverwinter Imperial Capital and its vicinity while waiting for the underground bunker to be completed.

After the whole day meeting, everyone dispersed with their own tasks to complete in mind. All for the sake of only one objective; to survive the impending doom. The clock was ticking, and they were running out of time.

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Roland heaved a heavy sigh while looking out of his favorite french window. He didn't wait for the participants of the meeting to dispersed.

[Will all end here finally? Can we make it in time?] He pondered hopefully.

All the participants of the meeting went out of Roland's new study silently, not wanting to disturb their ancestor king. Pasha materialized beside him.

"What can we do to help, your Highness?"

Pasha was not in the form of an orange blob with tentacles anymore. She had resumed a flesh and blood body with her own original looks.

After they won the Battle of Divine Will and crushed the Bloody Moon, Roland had managed to extract her soul, placed it inside his dreamland and bioengineered a new body for the ancient witch with precision.

She could now wear the excellent tailor-made body like the most comfortable clothes and shed it at will without ruining it. Acclimatization of the body was reduced to only a year as compared to fifty plus years before. Even their receptors could adhere to the personalized body, making them able to feel again.

"Please travel around the globe with Celine and the rest as fast as you can in your astral form to get a general idea, what is happening globally. Report to me. After that, move forward to space to investigate the real cause of the increased speed of our sun's gradual death." Roland made a grim expression.

Pasha was shocked with the revelation. She immediately placed one hand on her chest and bow, "As expected of your Highness. You suggest there is foul play involved?"

"Most probably. It was very unusual. Through my calculation, we should have billions and billions of years before the current situation happens. The aging of the sun had been hastened artificially"

"We will move out immediately." Pasha was serious this time. Only a small number of Taquila ancient witches were left. They were the actual backbone of the empire. Only Roland had the authority to mobilize them in times of emergency.

"Another thing. Whatever you encounter, do not engage. I repeat, do not engage. Just scout and report back. Your safety is top priority. If they have the technology to do this, we will be no match for them right now" Roland besought her seriously.

Pasha felt warm inside. It was the best decision for the Taquila witches to follow this benevolent king. "As you wish, your Highness."

Pasha de-materialized and dissipated from Roland's side.

Roland was left alone, as he sat back and reminisced his previous struggle for the sake of humanity. Right now, the fate of the whole planet and its multiracial inhabitants was placed on his shoulder again. The pressure was several times larger.

[I really need to retire from all this.] Roland lamented.