The pillar of fire shooting into the sky was impossible to conceal.
Everyone near the Supreme Road saw it.
Naturally, that included the old Hunter, Burning Dan.
Watching the sky fill with flames, Burning Dan abruptly stopped in his tracks. A complex mixture of nostalgia, anticipation, and disgust surfaced on the old Hunter's face.
A moment later.
"Keep moving!"
"Reach Golden City before dawn!"
The old Hunter gave the order.
"Yes, brother (father)."
The family members traveling with him answered solemnly.
Hunters certainly had familial affection. Otherwise, they would not all have rushed here after receiving Ivy Dan's plea for help.
Their feelings were simply more private and restrained.
Perhaps they showed them at home, with no outsiders present.
But out in the wilderness, even when surrounded entirely by family, they still followed the traditions of the Hunters.
Compared with the Hunter family, the Werewolf Tribe was much more straightforward.
The young werewolves following the old woman looked at the burning sky, openly expressing their astonishment and discomfort.
Werewolves did not fear fire.
They could even use it to keep warm.
But werewolves certainly had no affinity for fire.
Just like their blood relatives.
"All right, let's keep moving."
The old woman's words immediately quieted the group, and they continued onward.
The young werewolves naturally obeyed their elder without question.
So not one of them noticed the unprecedented gravity that appeared on her face.
Immortality?
Is it real?
Or...
Few things could move the old woman, with her long life and extraordinary knowledge.
But immortality was certainly one of them.
Especially when that immortality was connected to that person. It commanded her full attention.
What exactly are you trying to do?
Did you foresee today's scene a hundred years ago?
Do you really have that much faith in your successor?