I couldn't bring myself to focus on the skill notification just yet.
What the alpha had tried to say at the very end kept gnawing at me, looping over and over in my head like an unfinished sentence that refused to settle.
More…
That was the only thing I could clearly make out.
More what?
More apes?
More of them?
Was it a warning — there are more of us, and we're coming for you — or was it just a dying thought clawing its way out without meaning?
I couldn't tell.
And honestly… if that was what it meant, then let them come.
If more of these Varkuun Howlers existed out there, drawn to Deathroot or to power itself, then they'd simply become stepping stones.
Training dummies for what my clan was becoming. Proof that I wasn't just building strength for show.
Still, I didn't like loose ends.
I pushed the thought aside for now, forcing my attention back to the system window hovering patiently in front of me.
Whatever that alpha had meant could wait.
