Luna glanced at Rhys Blackwood, thinking, Ignatius Phoenix just burned down the Wolf Tribe—how could word spread so quickly? It was just information the system gave her anyway.
But she didn't contradict Rhys's words, which was as good as admitting it.
Lyle Sutton's face was extremely grim, his heart unsettled. Anyone hearing that their home was destroyed would feel miserable.
The Priest was just as upset. He smashed his Bone Staff into the ground, his withered hand bulging with veins. "Those ragged-feathered Phoenix bastards."
Old age makes one yearn for home even more—the old man was truly angered.
Suddenly, a greenish light flashed in his murky eyes. The canyon's vines started writhing even though there was no wind, like countless awakened snakes.
This was the first time Luna saw the old man this furious; even the life of all things seemed to tremble before his rage.
"The Old Priest's gone berserk!"
The branches and leaves of the ancient locust tree shook uncontrollably.
