Back at Attruc Mines,
In a place different from the expedition team from the Tres Clan, of which Raon was a part.
"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh"
"HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
"What is this??"
"W-WHY?"
"N-NO!!"
Several enraged shouts, pleas, cries, and whimpers resounded in the place as the cultivators dressed in similarly designed blue robes with intricate gray linings suffered an ambush.
They had no clue what happened, as it was too sudden for them, and their leader wasn't any better than the regular members.
'N-no... This can't be...'
'I, the next Patriarch, cannot die here.'
'Yes, I mustn't die!'
'Yes, you...'
He pushed an ordinary member of the expedition in front of him, using him as a meat shield to create a minor diversion to gain a few seconds at best for his survival.
