Inside the towering walls of Golden Falcon City, high atop a watchtower, an elderly man stood beside a young woman. His gaze was fixed on the sky, his expression unreadable.
"Astrid… you saw that report, didn't you?" he asked quietly.
The woman beside him had golden hair that shimmered like sunlight, an apple-shaped face, and almond eyes with a dangerous glint. Astrid. The same Astrid who had personally slain Inugoro. At the moment, her expression was a conflicted blend of arrogance and fury.
"Clan Leader, who do you think has the gall to butcher our beastkin so brazenly?" she snapped.
The elderly man, Alistair, was the Clan Leader of the Golden Falcon tribe. Despite his advanced age, his presence remained oppressive, and his eagle-sharp eyes gleamed with power. He was a late-stage War God rank, a level only a step below the peak.
"I don't know who it is," he said grimly. "But I know this—our tribe is likely their next target."
