The three Greedy Worms had been gone for a while, but Lord Solondir never showed himself. Night had fallen, and Moore was filled with peace and quiet.
Though, in Fu Qian's view, after hearing something that explosive, and without having gone out of his way to catch rats, that Siren demigod certainly wouldn't have left early.
In the end, faced with the shocking mess unfolding before him, Solondir, like the Greedy Worms, had received guidance from the Rebirth Club and more or less figured out the situation.
After giving it some thought, he decided to put the greater good first and leave this mysterious organization alone for the time being, to avoid making things more complicated.
Not because he was a pacifist or especially magnanimous. It was mainly that the situation didn't seem too far gone yet. There was still hope.
From what had just been explained, it was clear that the Club's people had maintained an ambiguous stance, yet casually pointed out the way forward—and many threats had already been eliminated.
Take An Jing's sabotage plan, for example.
The three ritual executioners had already left, and the sacrifices didn't even understand their own predicament. Simply seizing and controlling them would eliminate the threat completely.
And the mysterious demigod who had faced off against them in the Realm of the Dead was apparently also a member of the Rebirth Club. His actions suddenly made sense.
Not to mention, it sounded like he'd already left, too.
In theory, from Solondir's perspective, there was no need to figure out what the Rebirth Club had come here to do. He only needed to wait patiently for the next storm. By then, things would be much quieter overall.
Of course, it would be best to keep an eye on the mysterious demigod inside—click!
Fu