Spirit Rock Prefecture, Blood Antelope Cliff.
Miller raced along the steep mountain paths of Blood Antelope Cliff, his footsteps so hurried that the Antler Clan warriors along the way turned to stare in surprise.
Veins bulged on his long, thin face, his eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was as heavy as that of a beast driven into a corner.
"Isn't that Elder Miller? Why is he in such a hurry?"
"No idea. Maybe something urgent came up."
The warriors' murmurs drifted from behind him, but Miller turned a deaf ear.
He had no attention to spare for their talk. It felt as though a fire were blazing inside him, and rage filled his mind.
His fire divine clone-his strongest divine clone-was gone, just like that. Not only had he lost his divine clone, but that drop of Destruction Sovereign Power was gone too.
That had been his life-saving trump card, obtained only after begging his uncle for three whole days! He rushed to the residence of his father, Batur Antler, and shoved the door open.
Bang! The heavy stone door struck the wall with a tremendous crash.
Batur, who had been sitting quietly inside drinking tea, was so startled by the sudden commotion that his hand shook and he nearly dropped his cup. Looking up at his son's contorted face, he asked in astonishment, "Son, what brings you here?"
Miller said nothing. He turned back and shut the door with a creak. Then he turned around and abruptly dropped to his knees. Thud! Both knees slammed squarely into the ground, even cracking the hard stone floor.
"Miller, what are you doing?" Batur hurried to his feet, his astonishment turning to unease.
He knew his son all too well-Miller had been spoiled since childhood and had never suffered any great