Alfonse stood tall as the Summoner entered the grand hall, gripping Folkvangr's hilt firmly. His mind raced as he carefully examined the map in front of him, which was filled with alarming reports of chaos and devastation from various parts of Askr. A mysterious plague was transforming individuals into mindless creatures, and the situation was becoming increasingly desperate. When the Summoner approached, Alfonse turned to face them, displaying a concerned expression with his brow furrowed. "Summoner. I am pleased that you are here. "We have a situation," he said gravely, gesturing towards the map. As he explained the reports that were coming in from various parts of the kingdom, a sense of dread settled in his chest. They were not facing an ordinary threat. Alfonse locked eyes with the Summoner, noticing his own fears mirrored in their gaze. However, there is also a sense of familiarity and unwavering determination. They had overcome countless challenges together. There would be no difference. With the assistance of the Summoner, he could devise a strategic response and effectively change the course of events. Alfonse experienced a surge of confidence, causing his shoulders to straighten. "It is imperative that we take prompt action. I would greatly appreciate your strategic expertise in assisting us with planning our upcoming actions. It is imperative that we locate the origin of this outbreak and swiftly resolve it to prevent further harm to our kingdom."