"Any information on which clan is responsible for this?" A young man, no older than fourteen or fifteen, asked in a calm, measured tone. His footsteps were light as he walked through the charred remains of the city, his expression unreadable amidst the desolation.
Beside him, a man bowed deeply, his demeanor reverent, his words carefully chosen. "Young Master, we have searched the entire area and questioned the nearby clans. There is no clear information on what could have provoked the conflict. However, some witnesses mentioned dark clouds shrouding the skies on the day of the massacre—an omen of something unusual. It may have been related to the battle if the lightning tribulation was powerful enough."
The young man shook his head. "No…"
