Darian carefully looked around. In front of him stretched a flat emerald-green prairie that reached the horizon. Further ahead, large earthen houses were scattered around a vast plaza where an ancient altar stood at the center.
Before Darian could examine the altar, he was surrounded by a huge group of Golems. There were hundreds of them, and dense power overflowed from every part of their bodies. That was the sign they were all in the ninth Celestial realm.
"An invader?" All those people stared at Darian with such anger it looked like they wanted to devour him alive. Clearly, the invaders who had arrived on the planet over time had created a deep hatred in their hearts.
"Elder, don't be rash. I'll take him to see the Tribe leader," Lutecia said.
Apparently, Lutecia's status among those people was special. Even though the Elder was unhappy, he still signaled for someone to run and bring the leader.
