Everstone Clan, Young Master's Office.
Galen bit the tip of his fingernail nervously. Anxiety washed over him like a tidal wave.
"…You're telling me my brother's warrior is dead? And it was Julian?"
This was bound to be misunderstood.
Even before this incident, fierce debates about the future direction of the clan had been ongoing.
Martial arts versus calculation.
The Everstone Clan was renowned for its mastery of calculation techniques but often looked down upon for its lack of martial prowess.
In a world like this, where martial strength defined worth, should they adapt to the times? Or should they cling to their unique identity?
The waves of the Eternal Flow River might push away the old currents, but the teachings of The Guiding Philosophers shone timelessly.
No one could definitively claim which path was the right one.
Just then, someone knocked on the door handle.
Knock, knock, knock.
