The wooden city gate was thick and towering, which made the elder who emerged appear particularly small.
Of course, he was indeed not tall, only reaching about David's waist. He wore a sacred white robe, and his face was aged, showing the traces left by time on his body.
The ornaments on his forehead and neck were crafted from gold, appearing exceptionally luxurious, highlighting his exalted status.
"Grand Sage, they have no heartbeat!"
"General Rayleigh, I know."
The Grand Sage nodded toward Rayleigh. His eyes were incredibly clear and bright, incongruous with his aged face, like those of a newborn baby. He glanced over the thirteen people present and said with great certainty, "They are all humans.
The lack of heartbeat is because they are in the soul state, their bodies are not here.
Interesting, I saw similar records in ancient texts of the Aslan Empire, caused by some kind of ritual."
