Bal quickly rewound the soul memory, finally focusing on the moment when 86's short hair was swept up by the strong wind. He zoomed in on the soul's image, closer and closer, obsessively focusing on one particular detail.
His eyes were fixed on one spot.
86's neck.
More precisely, the complex tattoo-like brand on her neck.
"This... Impossible! This is! Am I mistaken? No! It can't be! This is... But why, it shouldn't be... That person is already"
After emerging from the soul search, Bal was still in shock, muttering to himself in disbelief.
From the perspective of an outsider, the chieftain of the Ancient Wolf Clan had never seen their usually composed High Priest in such a state of disarray.
'Was there really a serious problem in the tribal forest?'
'Something that could even shake the High Priest?'
'How could this be?'
'Could it be the "inferior" clans of the tribal forest?'
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