The elder lay limp now—not dead, but defeated in soul.
Daoist Chu looked over. "Do you want me to finish him?"
Lin Mu shook his head. "No."
He turned his back on the man.
"Let him carry the weight of what he now knows and bear all his knowledge to us."
The pressure in the air faded slightly, though it never vanished. Even with the battle over, Lin Mu's presence remained—like an invisible mountain hovering just above them all.
Elyon could only watch silently.
"He didn't kill them for answers," the wolfkin realized. "He gave them a chance—and they still shattered."
He looked at Lin Mu's solemn figure and clenched his claws tighter.
There was no need for exaggeration.
The man standing before them was not just strong.
He was a storm in human form.
And the world would never be the same once it truly noticed
The battlefield still reeked of blood and crushed bone, the echo of Lin Mu's gravity-powered strike lingering in the air like the hum of a mourning bell.
