The moment Yian learned that Nina had left the city, a sense of dread settled heavily in his chest.
Something was wrong. Very wrong.
Without wasting a second, he rushed straight to the Sacred Grounds. The guards stationed there greeted him with troubled expressions.
"City Lord Setan already removed the sacred artifact," one of them explained. "The Sacred Grounds will remain closed for the next few days."
Yian staggered backward as though struck.
His face drained of color.
It was over. Everything was over.
He had never imagined that foolish son of his would act so quickly.
Not only had Setan managed to evade everyone's attention, but he had also somehow succeeded in taking the sacred artifact itself.
The elders would never have willingly surrendered something so important. If Setan had obtained it, then he must have deceived them somehow, using excuses or half-truths to gain their approval.
Panic clawed at Yian's chest.
What now? How was he supposed to protect his son?
