"I do not understand, we Velmourns have been living in the Heights for more than a thousand years now, how are we Outsiders?"
Kayden questioned with a confused look on his face.
"Twelve hundred and eight years."
Nymeris, the High Chronicler, spoke as she looked into Kayden's eyes.
After collecting and giving the bodies a proper burial, Kael and the rest of the party returned to Heights. The other soldiers were sent back, while Korvath, Kael, and Lavinia went to the Matriarch's.
Obviously, a matter as big as this needed urgent attention. Morvain too reacted quickly and called the Iron Council.
And Kayden, just like before, requested to join the Council Meeting with a promise to stand in the corner in silence, already ignoring the latter part of the promise.
Morvain stared at her son. For a moment, this made Kayden flinch, but then—
"Even if we live here for a thousand more years, it wouldn't change anything.
