The teleportation formation appeared in the center of the Nethum Clan's ancestral hall, and as the golden light faded, Caelren's corpse materialized upon the polished floor.
Several gazes shifted toward him, but not a single person moved from their seat. Even the elder who had personally sent Caelren into the Creation Tower only frowned for a moment before extending his Will toward the body, examining the remnants of the young man's shattered Rune Seed.
"His foundation collapsed."
"It seems so. A pity."
The response came from a woman seated nearby, her attention lingering upon the corpse for a moment before returning to the elder. There was no sorrow in her expression, nor did she seem particularly disturbed by the death of someone who shared her bloodline.
Of course, none of them were.
