Lin Ye strode toward the entrance of the massive canyon.
As he drew closer, Lin Ye's gaze fell upon the two blood-red banners flanking the canyon entrance.
The banners were dozens of meters tall, snapping sharply in the wind that blew from the canyon's depths.
Painted on the war banners with some unknown pigment was the image of a valiant, muscle-bound War God with twelve arms.
The dozens of sentries guarding the entrance looked confused when they saw Lin Ye return alone.
One of the six-armed elites stepped forward, blocking Lin Ye's path. He interrogated him harshly in the language of the Eight-armed Race, demanding to know where the others were and why he was the only one to return.
Lin Ye forcibly suppressed his nervousness.
He wasn't attacked immediately, only questioned.
This meant his disguise was successful.
But Lin Ye's heart was still pounding much faster than usual.
It wasn't death he feared, but exposure.
