Chapter 111: Final Piece of the Board
The bloody remnants of the Ashvele envoy stained the polished stone of the Grand Hall, yet no one spared the corpse a second glance.
Aurelian turned to Rhain, his eyes reflecting a deep sorrow, and profound gratitude.
"Thank you... young man," Aurelian said. A Core Formation Realm bowing its head to a Essence Condensation Realm, an unprecedented gesture toward a junior. "If not for you, our Silvercrest Clan would have remained in the dark for another century. All of us would have reduced to cripples, and we wouldn't have even known whose hand held the knife."
Rhain simply shook his head. "You do not need to thank me, Patriarch Aurelian. I only stepped in because Lady Liana is Seris's friend."
Hearing this, Aurelian let out a long, heavy sigh.
He slowly walked back to his high seat and slumped into it, looking as though he had aged several decades in the span of a few minutes.
