A streak of light flashed through the woods with shocking speed, after a few twists and turns, the light streak stopped below a large tree that seemed to want to stretch into the sky. The tree was around fifteen meters wide, a testament of its size.
Under the tree, a few people could be seen standing. Lord Everard and Godric were among the group resting under the tree.
"Still no news?" Lord Everard asked with a sour expression. His face turned gloomier when he saw the figure that just arrived shake his head.
"They can't have gone far. How can you say there's no trace of them?" Lord Everard was irate.
The figure that just arrived dropped his head, not daring to say a word. Even if he was a City Lord, compared to Lord Everard who was an Elder of the Twilight Faction, he was nothing more than dirt.
