When Lance and Riley returned to the Raven Clan, they descended from the sky side by side, their figures framed against the fading glow of the void as if they had just walked out from a place beyond mortal comprehension.
The clan's great plaza was already crowded.
Elders, core disciples, and even servants had gathered the moment word spread that the two true immortals had returned.
Their eyes followed the pair's every step, brimming with curiosity and barely restrained anticipation.
They wanted to know—no, they needed to know—what had happened in that unreachable battlefield.
Only true immortals could venture into the void to fight, and the clash between such beings was beyond imagination.
Even the most powerful among them knew that attempting to spy on that battle would be nothing but a fool's dream.
And yet, the hunger for answers was written plainly on every face.
The air was tense, the silence stretching thin.
