While Jared remained in seclusion, the Tribunal Venerable arrived at the Skywolf Tribe with five celestial warriors from the Upper Realm.

High above, five silver streaks tore across the sky like falling meteors, trailing long tails of white flame before crashing down into the abandoned camp.

The silver-haired captain swept his gaze across the area, his brow tightening.

His spear spun lightly in his hand, silver light flickering along its tip with a cold, razor-sharp edge beneath the fading dusk.

“It’s empty?”

The Tribunal Venerable’s expression darkened.

His injuries still hadn’t fully healed. The wound in his chest throbbed beneath his robes with every breath.