He paused for a moment: "Maybe you don't care, but I still have to say it—thank you."
Dong gave him a nod.
Fang Hong watched the other man's back as he walked away, and only sighed softly in his heart.
He felt that suddenly he understood a little, why people forget everything of the past—just because arrogance covers their eyes—yet should the weak really become offerings to be carved up?
Perhaps they simply don't understand what true power is. Fang Hong felt a vague clarity in his heart as he turned back again, staring at that shifting beam of light, that guide as if in the darkness; under its radiance were the silver Stars of Colin Ishurian.
...
The information Dong had brought was not alarmism.
Only a few hours passed before the community exploded with news of this conflict in Grey Owl Town—
