A sudden silence fell beneath the tree.
Even Aiden took a moment to reflect on Vera and Marcus's words.
Had he really assumed the worst?
'...Now that I think about it, that wasn't quite right.'
The Demonic Sect had fallen.
It had crumbled, shattered, and its members had scattered without even being able to find a new Heavenly Demon.
The ones that remained were merely remnants of a sect that had collapsed fifty years ago.
Aiden had believed this as well.
But had he truly prepared for the worst?
Could he confidently say that they wouldn't follow in the footsteps of the Eastern Mountain Fiery Blade clan?
At the end of the day, he was only in his thirties. The Demonic Sect had already fallen twenty years before he was even born.
That meant… no matter how much information he gathered, no matter how many records he studied, he could never truly know the Demonic Sect of that era.
All he could do was assume and deduce.
"...You are not wrong."
