The moment he stepped forward, terror swept across every face.
The power radiating from him no longer belonged to the realm of the King-Tier. It had already stepped into the domain of an intent User. And not just any intent user—he stood above most. Even Matriarch Whitmore, the strongest among them, was only at the Advanced Tier. The rest were still at the Beginner Tier, far beneath what they now faced.
Yet, Matriarch Whitmore stood her ground, unwavering in the face of the suffocating pressure.
"Starfall…" she called, voice steady.
She didn't use his title—Young Master—this time. She spoke his name directly. Seeing that his terrifying aura hadn't subsided, she continued slowly, deliberately.
"Do you know why the six family heads of that generation died after you disappeared?"
There was a pause. Then:
"It was June—the one you spoke of—who used some sinister technique to slowly drain their life force… piece by piece."
