บท 44: The Restless Valeria

In his room, Theron sat quietly as he sifted through a stack of letters. These were updates from his scouts, stationed around the perimeter of the Heavenly Beast Sect, keeping a vigilant eye on all movements.

However, the calm demeanor Theron had maintained vanished the moment he laid eyes on the contents of one particular letter. His grip tightened, the paper crumpling in his hand as a surge of anger washed over him. The letter delivered grim news: all of his watchers, deployed for surveillance, had been mercilessly killed.

Theron's brow furrowed in confusion and disbelief. "How could they have died so easily?" he muttered to himself, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. The possibility that the sect might be opening its gates—a sign of either challenge or change—lingered in his mind, stirring a mix of anticipation and concern.