Stahl's face went white.
In that instant just now, he had seen a vision of the entire Starborn clan sinking into death.
At their level, they possessed an instinctive prescience for crises that threatened the survival of the tribe.
"Elder, this power far surpasses an ordinary God-Rank being!"
"What should we do?"
Nisos glanced toward the horizon where the oppressive aura was growing and snorted coldly.
"No matter who he is, if he dares to violate the Starborn clan, he must be prepared to endure our thunderous wrath!"
"Even if the enemy is overwhelmingly powerful, our Starborn maintain an age-old friendship with the Draconic Isle of the Stellar Plains — the Dragonfolk will not stand idly by!"
At that moment two figures descended: Grand Steward Cooper and another Elder.
"Nisos, who is this person?"
"Such a terrifying aura?!"
"Stahl, do you know which clan has caused this trouble?"
The Elder's voice was heavy, threaded with a barely concealed terror and anger.
