"Do you see it now, My Lady?" Hassan asked as he stood on the highest tree he had found in the forest.
In front of him was the majestic stone fortress of the Aslan Tribe, which was perched in the middle of Grimjaw Mountain. A feat that no barbarian tribe had managed to achieve in the past.
"Impressive." Lady Helen's voice sounded from the obsidian crystal. "Unless a high-ranking tribe of the barbarians lay siege on this fortress, the Aslan Tribe can withstand any invasion.
"My son has gained a truly exceptional ability. Perhaps a Goddess took pity on him and allowed him to meet Daedalus."
"My Lady, who is Daedalus?" Hassan asked in a curious tone.
"You will know when the time is right," Helen answered. "Once you gain Leone's trust, he will let you know about the secrets he has been keeping to himself. All I can say is that my son has gained an ability akin to a miracle. So, make sure to protect him at all costs."
