Early the next morning, while the rain was still light, Loki brought ten young females along with their mates, as well as Miche, to the Golden Dragon Clan. Their goal was simple: to get the medicine. The clan members' illness could no longer be delayed; otherwise, they would face total annihilation.
The young females and males were ashen-faced. Never had they imagined they would be pushed forward by their own clan as bargaining chips. The males clenched their fists tightly. It was infuriating—their strength had plummeted due to the illness, leaving them utterly powerless to protect themselves against the Snow Wolf Clan's guards.
Because their group was so large, their arrival in Golden Dragon Clan territory quickly put the locals on high alert.
Inside his stone house, Laxus twitched his ears. "Mother, it sounds like there's some commotion outside."
Ophelia lowered her eyes. "It's probably Loki bringing people over again."
