Pain filled Lachlan's grayish-brown Beast Eyes. "She... was swept away by a mudslide from a collapsing snowfield."
Elias Moretti's brow furrowed, and a dark glint flashed in his crimson eyes.
'Someone who could jump off Thorncliff and return unharmed... could she really be swept away by a mudslide?'
He didn't quite believe it, but the Snow Leopard Beastman didn't seem to be lying.
Elias Moretti considered this for a moment before looking up, a dark light swirling in his eyes. "I'll go with you to find Thorne."
The words had barely left his lips when Gable shouted, "No!"
"The Beastman Continent is treacherous during the rainy season! You are our leader, the backbone of the Grymdale Tribe! How can you just leave at a time like this? Besides, our people..."
There was no food left in the tribe. Elias Moretti couldn't possibly leave now.
Elias Moretti's gaze faltered for a second. He turned to Gable, his expression calm. "Finding Thorne will be on the way."
