The campfire crackled and popped, casting half of Chloe Callahan's face into a sinister, terrifying shadow, her fingertips unconsciously tensing.
How could she possibly have some precious artifact that helps others break through? Clearly, someone was trying to drive her to her death.
"Clan Leader, I'm afraid you've mistaken,"
She forced out a smile, the 'slave' scar on her face twisting grotesquely with the movement of her muscles. "If I had such a treasure, how could I have fallen to this state?"
The old Clan Leader's murky eyes swiveled, his bark-like hand rubbing the armrest of the stone chair. "When Caleb Manning left the tribe, he was only at the Peak of Fifth Rank. But in just a few short months, he's advanced to the eighth rank and even evolved into the Divine Beast, the White Tiger. Such a tremendous change—are you saying it's not because of your artifact?"
