The guards from the Investigation Team dispatched by the Southern Army had returned.
But of the thirteen-man team that set out, only two came back.
When they took off their hoods, Lian almost didn't recognize them.
Their faces were covered in deep wrinkles and dark age spots, as if decades had passed since they left the Bone Forest. Though they still wore their familiar military uniforms, their bodies were stooped and withered. Like a setting sun, the vitality in their eyes was completely gone.
"Lord Lian, we have completed our mission."
The aged Investigation Team guard said, his voice extremely hoarse, as if it had been repeatedly worn down by time.
Lian recognized him by the dark mole on his nose. It was fifteen-year-old Tahid!
And the other was Weber Aswede, who was just two years his senior.
At this moment, a red tag had appeared above both of their heads.
