The startled cry of the Cat Clan girl made Aster Grant and the two others freeze on the spot.
What on earth is a Prophet?
And after the Cat Clan girl's explanation, the group finally understood what she meant by "Prophet Lord."
This Sanctum is essentially a world unto itself.
The Elven Race used to be a large tribe, with many subordinate races.
During that war, the Elven Race and its numerous subordinate races collectively migrated to this Sanctum to escape calamity.
"Although the Sanctum protected us from the ravages of war, it also became an inescapable prison."
The Cat Clan girl looked downcast.
Within the Sanctum, the world's laws are incomplete, making it nearly impossible to level up.
The power of the new generation grows weaker and weaker; now, even Extraordinary Level beastkin are few and far between.
What's more, aside from being unable to advance...
She bit her lip, a flicker of fear crossing her eyes:
