The horn boomed through the forest.
That sound was a signal for the hunt.
Kael's breath hitched as he realized what it meant. The Celestial Guards had joined forces with Cecelia's family guards.
One of the Celestial Guards stepped forward.
"Hey boy! Surrender yourself now! To defy the Celestial Guards means to seek your own death!"
Kael's eyes widened. (Celestial Guards?).
(What are they doing here? They should be stationed near the Imperial Capital at the Council of Clan, not in Arcadia's southern borders. Why are they chasing me, too?)
One week earlier, the matter of Kael had already reached the ears of the highest powers.
The Erianlia, still fuming over their lost treasure, had gone before the Council of Clans.
Their representative, a stern-faced noble named Halric, stood at the centre of the living room.
