Rion and his group members strode through the Redwood Basin and headed to Redwood Den, more specifically, the Vice Lord's hut.
As they crossed the huts, the nearby tribe members knelt, but strangely, there were no kids; it was as if the tribe didn't have any.
'All of the kids are probably asleep.' Rion concluded and gazed at all those who knelt before him as he marched forward with a calm smile.
Even though the Remnant had attacked the basin and the den, he was certain that his father had made sure none of those who shouldn't know of their battle were able to see it.
Before, he would have considered such actions as chains disguised as protection, but now — after learning what kind of existence the Remnant truly was — those chains had been reforged into a grand shield.
His jaw tightened, and his eyes instinctively shifted toward the purple fog forest. Veins bulged along his clenched fist.
