The figure who emerged was a middle aged man with sharp and resolute features. He stepped forward before the High Priestess and bowed respectfully.
"What matter could possibly require the High Priestess to personally deliver the news?" Wilford asked.
He was the Great Elder of the Moonfall Clan.
"The Soul Jades of Seventh Elder Werner and First Class Shadow Guard Erna have shattered."
"Their deaths have been confirmed."
The High Priestess spoke calmly.
Her voice was steady and unhurried.
Yet those words were like a meteor crashing into the sea, sending violent waves crashing through Wilford's heart.
Dead?
For a moment Wilford suspected he had misheard.
Or perhaps the High Priestess was making some strange joke.
But he immediately rejected that thought.
The High Priestess would never joke with anyone.
"Dead?"
"Is the High Priestess certain of this?"
Wilford found it difficult to believe.
After all that was the Seventh Elder.
