Kyrian remained seated on the high branch for a few more minutes, watching the chaos unfolding below as if observing a distant storm. The gentle wind continued to sway the leaves around him, carrying the metallic scent of blood and burned wood. He felt no urgency. No excitement. Only a deep calm, almost bored.
But then, something changed.
His green eyes caught familiar movements in the distance. Known energies were rushing at high speed through the dense forest. Mo Tianhai led the group, followed by Mo Xia, Long Xue, Shen Yu, and Wu Jian. They were heading straight for the core, eliminating anyone who crossed their path.
Kyrian slowly stood up.
Without saying a word, he took a single leap from the high branch.
