What’s going on? What are you looking for?

"Wood Elf tribe? Why here?" Dora frowned as she glanced around, confusion clear in her expression.

Aether had brought her here so suddenly, and the place seemed heavily guarded by the Drakfang tribe's people?

What?

Her eyes narrowed when she noticed dark stains smeared at the entrance of the village. Blood.

The Drakfang warriors—Liora's people—were stationed outside, ensuring no one entered without permission. As soon as they spotted Aether and Dora approaching, their expressions hardened with suspicion.

One of them stepped forward,

"You are not allowed to en—Ouch!"

Before he could finish, another wolfman smacked him over the head, cutting off his words. The one who had struck him immediately bowed his head and hurriedly said, "I deeply apologize, M-My Lord! You are free to enter!" His voice wavered slightly as if he had just narrowly escaped a death sentence.