The Osborn Clan was already awake before sunrise.
The morning felt different from the usual mornings, though nothing about the clan's physical appearance had changed overnight. The cultivation hall stood where it always stood.
The Training Arena was quiet at this early hour. The Spirit Herb Garden held its careful rows in the grey pre-dawn light. But the atmosphere carried something additional, a particular awareness that moved through the clan's daily population without anyone needing to announce it.
Word had spread the previous evening that Robert, Sai, Ronan, and Eissa would be leaving at first light, and by the time the sun began showing at the horizon's edge, a quiet gathering had formed near the main gate without anyone organizing it.
