Baku Clan

Lyka placed the Magic Beast in the clan's ancestral hall, then began butchering the Platinum Rank Beast King so he could distribute its meat among the clanspeople.

As he was cutting the meat, Huzi came looking for him.

"Divine Child, the clan chief wants to see you."

Lyka set down the piece of meat in his hand, then tossed the knife to Huzi.

"I'll go now. Cut up the rest of the meat and distribute it to the households later."

On the way to the clan chief's courtyard, Lyka wondered what the chief wanted. He only hoped it wasn't another lecture about neglecting his training.

When he reached the courtyard, he saw that several of the clan's strongest uncles were already there.

"Divine Child."

"Uncle William, why are you all here? Where's Grandpa Chief?"

Lyka looked around at them as he asked.

At the same time, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

The old clan chief emerged from the house leaning on a cane. In his hand was a scroll made from the hide of an old, high-ranking Magic Beast.

"You're here, Divine Child."

Lyka went to the clan chief and helped him into a chair.

"Grandpa Chief, has something serious happened? How come I haven't noticed a thing?"

Whenever Lyka wasn't training, he liked to go exploring. He had ventured hundreds of miles from the clan's territory, yet he had found no powerful packs of Magic Beasts or Beastfolk tribes.

The old clan chief glared at him.

"So you've been sneaking away during training again, you rascal."

Lyka merely stuck out his tongue.

The clan chief sighed, then said,

"I'll let your Uncle William explain."

William bowed.

"Divine Child, half a month ago, the Baku Clan, a royal clan of the Orc race, migrated to a place