Through the crow's vision, the Greenseer watched the busy Black Armored Army in the forest with uncertainty.
His heart, once as still as an ancient well after witnessing the world, was now filled with indescribable shock and horror.
"Judging by their direction, they seem to be heading this way..."
"What should I do? Try to stop them, or guide them a little and use the tiger to devour the wolf?"
The Greenseer's expression turned grave as his thoughts raced like lightning.
Just then, a gust of snow swept past the crow he possessed, obscuring his vision for an instant.
The Greenseer controlled the crow and shook its head, then looked down again.
But upon seeing the scene below, his pupils abruptly constricted, and his mind trembled—
The young man in golden robes, who had just been squatting before the Shadowcat and smiling as he stroked its head, had completely vanished along with that gust of snow!
The Greenseer sensed trouble and hurriedly made the crow spread its wings.
But before he could leave the treetops, a large hand reached out from behind him, blocking every route of escape.
The crow flapped its wings in panic, yet its body was irresistibly caught in a warm palm.
Then, the hand turned him around, replacing the icy wilderness before the crow's eyes with the indifferent yet imposing face of a young man.
"Finally... I found you!"
The young man in golden robes stared straight into the crow's eyes.
His soft voice entered the Greenseer's ears, yet it resounded in his heart like thunder.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately severed the connection. His consciousness returned, and he opened his eyes within the Weirwood tree, gasping in terror and lingering fear.
His violent breathing drew the attention of another creature.
She was a tiny