Clayton continued walking cautiously, ready to unleash an attack at the slightest sign of danger.
After a while, the silhouettes of several people came into view. Clayton relaxed slightly when he realized they were just farmers—his neighbors.
However, their movements and equipment stirred his curiosity. As they passed each other, Clayton quickly understood what was happening. The farmers were carrying various weapons and hunting tools. It was obvious where they were headed.
Bravus, who now led his own group, had become increasingly arrogant. He had even forbidden some people from attending the academy's conference, instead ordering them to prepare for a hunt.
Many were frustrated by Bravus's irrational behavior, but having chosen him as their leader, they had no choice but to swallow their anger in silence.
When Bravus spotted Clayton walking alone, his eyes lit up. He wanted to flaunt his authority in front of him.
"Hey, you! Clayton!" he called out.
