All of that depended on one thing: Digla had to stop causing trouble! Unfortunately, neither Solam nor Philip could be sure whether Digla was truly staying put.
After all, Digla had even attacked Philip and drained more than half of his primal blood. Philip was his own kin! Among the bloodkin, harming one's own kind was a grave taboo, a serious crime within their society! Yet Digla had still done it, which showed just how unstable his emotions had become.
In that state, 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 had some solution. Otherwise, he had no idea when this matter would finally be resolved.
"The elders... the elders are furious. But no matter how angry they are, there's nothing they can do. Digla has completely severed his connection with the bloodkin. The Council can no longer divine his location. They can't even determine whether he's still alive."
Every bloodkin left a drop of their primal blood with the Council of Elders. That way, no matter what happened to them, the Council could use that drop of primal blood to divine their location.
Although such divinations were terribly imprecise and often only provided an enormous general area, that was still far better than having no news at all. At the very least, the Council could use the results to determine the bloodkin's general condition.
But now, Digla had directly severed the connection between himself and that drop of primal blood. In other words, the Council of Elders had completely lost the ability to investigate Digla again.
To the bloodkin, such behavior was exceptionally vile, practically equivalent to Digla severing his ties with the entire race. That was why the Council