Ethan and his companions continued their journey. No one spoke as they followed behind him in silence. Even Uncle Jed found himself quietly questioning the true extent of Ethan's strength. Clara, too, was lost in thought.
She had witnessed him dispatch the Long-Arm Ape Tribe—powerful Exalted-rank Beastfolk. But the Moon-Gazing Rhinoceros Tribe was different. They were a recognized higher-rank clan, their power leagues above the Long-Arms. The Underworld Hound Tribe, too, ranked far higher. Adult Moon-Gazing Rhinos were considered Exalted-rank at minimum—yet one of them had been instantly killed by Ethan.
A headshot. With a single finger.
If she told anyone, they'd call her insane. But she had seen it. Right before her eyes.
"Ethan," Inugoro spoke up from behind, "should I call our clan to send some mounts? They shouldn't be far. We're heading to Beastfall City, and walking will take time. Plus…" He glanced around warily. "We need to watch for powerful enemies."
