All of this rested on one condition: Digla had to stop causing trouble! Unfortunately, neither Solam nor Philip could be sure whether Digla was truly lying low.
After all, Digla had even attacked Philip and drained more than half of his origin blood. Philip was one of his own kind! Among the bloodkin, harming one's own kind was a grave taboo—a terrible crime! Yet Digla had still done it, which showed that his emotions had become extremely unstable.
Under such circumstances, no one could predict what he might do.
"What did your bloodkin council of elders say?" Solam could only hope that the bloodkin's mysterious council of elders would offer some solution. Otherwise, he had no idea when this matter would finally be resolved.
"The elders... the elders are furious. But being furious is useless. Digla has completely severed his connection with the bloodkin. The council can no longer divine his location. They cannot even confirm whether Digla is still alive."
Every bloodkin left a drop of their origin blood with the bloodkin council of elders. That way, no matter what happened to them, the council could use that drop of origin blood to divine their location.
Though the divination's Precision was notoriously awful, often yielding only a vast area, it was still far better than hearing nothing at all. At the very least, the elders could use the divination results to determine that bloodkin's general condition.
But now, Digla had directly severed the connection between that drop of origin blood and himself. In other words, the bloodkin council of elders had completely lost the ability to track him again.
To the bloodkin, such behavior was utterly reprehensible, practically equivalent to Digla severing his ties with the bloodkin altogether. Thus, the council of elders was furious. At the same time,