Lin Mu took a deep breath, steadying himself before speaking.
The Ice Drake Elder's gaze was as sharp as a blade of frozen steel, and even though the man had offered him an audience, Lin Mu could tell that every word from this point on would weigh heavily.
There was no room for carelessness, not when the lives of an entire draconic clan and possibly the stability of a dynasty hung in the balance.
"Elder," Lin Mu began explaining everything from the start, his voice steady yet respectful, "I come bearing news of great importance and grave consequence. The abduction of the young Ice Drake was not the work of mere mortals or petty poachers. It was carried out by a sect whose existence should have long been erased... the Ephemera Sect."
The name alone caused a visible shift in the elder's expression.
