A scouting elder, one of the few still on his feet, bowed low. "Our threads converge on the Infinite Soul Demon Sect, Master. They dangled obscene profits, threw in demonic pills and cursed weapons, and seduced Garth. The masked fighters who stormed our gates were their embedded agents."
"The Infinite Soul Demon Sect, Sheldon Soulsby!" Paxton's fist locked tight. Knuckles split, leaking blood that dripped to the moss below.
"Until that debt is paid," he growled, "I, Paxton, will not rest!"
A dazed elder whispered, "Sir, what do we do now?"
The question floated over the shattered clan like smoke. Without their stronghold, they were seeds torn from soil, unsure where or whether to land.
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