The girl instinctively hid behind the Great Clan Chief, but upon seeing Indra, the deer-like wariness on her face vanished, replaced by a soft smile. She waved, greeting her brother. Indra forced a stiff smile, nodding slightly, but his heart was full of disgust.
The Great Clan Chief's gaunt hand brushed the girl's long hair, as gentle as if caressing a rare treasure.
His eyes were filled with kindness.
Indra had served by the Great Clan Chief's side for over ten thousand years.
Yet he had never seen such an expression on his father's face, and jealousy grew in him like a venomous snake.
The Great Clan Chief's attention returned to the present, his gaze turning cold when he looked at Indra, "Later, I will charge the Obelisk. Once the engine is re-ignited, we shall leave this land. We've wasted too much time here; I'm eager to return home... even if it has become a wasteland."