Fen, the man who had greeted him earlier, stepped forward, his face hopeful.
"Young Master Kyrian! You've returned… and the others? Elder Bo?"
Kyrian dismounted, his face a cold mask of polished stone.
"Gather all remaining members of the Court. Now."
There was no room for questions in his tone. Fen swallowed hard and ran to carry out the order. Within minutes, around twenty surviving cultivators of the Court were gathered in the main courtyard, their faces expectant and worried.
Kyrian looked at them, his posture upright, his immaculate crimson robes a stark contrast to their dirt and wear.
"The primary threat was… transformed," he began, his voice clear and impersonal, carrying the authority of his status.
"The source of the wave was a Monster-Tree on the verge of advancement. When we arrived, it had already consumed the energy of the dead beasts and completed its ascension to the Spiritual Awakening Realm."
