"The Holy Empire is hunting elves. Specifically, they're hunting elves of the twelve clans. They're after the power that runs through the twelve original clans."
The cave seemed to grow colder.
Jorghan, "What? Why?"
Sigora leaned forward, her eyes intense. "The Empire isn't just hunting randomly. They're targeting specific lineages and specific bloodline abilities. They want to harvest that power, to study it, and to potentially replicate it. We've lost five clans in the past six months—entire settlements wiped out, their people taken. And the pattern suggests they're working from some kind of list."
"Do you think Father was also killing for this reason? I mean, we don't know since when they have started going after the elves."
Sigora's expression was pained but honest. "Well, I'm not sure, Jorghan. Hawkin had a lot of grudges against your father, so he may have attacked the clan for his revenge."
"The Nuwe'rak and Nue'roka are part of the twelve," Sarhita said quietly.
