Patriarch Rylan quickly regained his composure. "Village Chief Brane, are you absolutely certain about what you're saying?" he asked, his lips quivering as he stared at the Village Chief in disbelief.
The Village Chief nodded firmly. "I see no reason to deceive you, Patriarch Rylan," he replied. "And as for the identity of this person, he goes by the name Ronan."
Boom!
When the Village Chief's words resounded, Patriarch Rylan, Isadora, Leona, and the others felt like their eardrums had been assaulted by a sudden explosion.
Upon hearing his name, Ronan couldn't help but curse inwardly as he froze, sensing the sudden scrutiny of all eyes fixed upon him.
As a tight grip clenched around his hand, Ronan turned his head to find his wife, Lirien, holding onto him with a look of deep concern in her eyes.
"Please, Ronan, tell me this isn't true," Lirien pleaded, her voice trembling with despair.
