The beastkin stepped back and straightened his spine, finally choosing to drop the last of his cloaked act. "I am Elyon, of the Dark Wolf Tribe," he said. "The last direct heir of my bloodline… or at least, the only one I know of still alive."
Daoist Chu's brows rose slightly, recognizing the name. "The Dark Wolf Tribe… weren't they destroyed during the Beastkin Purge of the Red Rebellion?"
"They were," Elyon replied, gaze distant. "But not all of us died that day. Some of us survived in the cracks of the world, hiding, waiting, sharpening our instincts and our skills."
Lin Mu gave a nod of understanding. "And now you travel between worlds, working as a tracker."
Elyon's tail, now visible behind him, swayed faintly. "It keeps me alive. And it gives me a chance to discover truths. Whether of others… or of my own."
Meng Bai stepped closer, no longer wary. "Well, I guess it's a good thing we found you. Or rather, that you didn't kill us."
