One more catty, one more attribute point

In the center of the West Continent, the Holy Mountain;

The sky is clear, with a few wispy clouds floating by; on the ground, tender green grass and fresh dewdrops on verdant leaves.

At the summit of the Holy Mountain stands a massive temple, which is also the residence of the Great Clan Chief.

Columns of immaculate white marble rise from the ground, supporting the frame of the temple, a structure completed since the Descenders first settled here, its history spanning thousands of years. Time has inevitably left its mark, with mottled walls and the signs of wear on the frescoes, while lush ivy clings to the shaded sides and grows upwards.

The soil here is rich and fertile.

Large swaths of rosemary and sage grow at the grand steps of the temple.

The gentle breeze and the sound of the tide come together from the other side of the cliffs, softly beating against the tall stature of Indra.

His skin is indigo, his build muscular, with thick arms adorned with ornaments fashioned from gold and agate, a wreath on his head. As the eldest son of a god, he is majestic and distinguished, beloved among his brothers and sisters, especially during a time when the Great Elder is absorbed in his research, indifferent to mundane affairs. Indra is responsible for managing all the affairs of the West Continent.

Indeed, he has not disappointed the Great Elder's expectations, handling these matters in an orderly fashion.

Such a high-ranking, experienced administrator should by nature be calm and steady, unflinching even as mountains crumble before him. However, at this moment, Indra's brows are slightly furrowed, pacing back and forth on the ground, visibly anxious.

He hesitates a moment.

Lifting his leg, he steps onto the ancient staircase, heading towards the immense temple.

Two guards, each over three meters tall, stand stationed before the temple doors. Their skin is fair, draped in golden togas, their chins slightly raised in an air of proud defiance.

The guard on the left steps forward, blocking Indra's way, "Sorry, the Great Clan Chief is currently handling important matters and cannot meet with outsiders."

"Am I also an outsider in your eyes?" Indra stops in his tracks, his voice rising uncontrollably.

A surge of anger erupts from him, his majestic aura sweeping over like a tidal wave.

Uncertainty flashes across the faces of the guards.

The other guard on the right hesitates, "If it's not too much trouble, may we take a message for you?"

"This is none of your business. I need to see my father now, right this Instant!" Indra huffs coldly, his powerful arms spread wide, pressing against the chests of the two guards.

With a gentle push, the guards are moved aside.

Stumbling.

They nearly fall to the ground.

Indra strides forward, passing through the stone doors, entering the dimly lit corridor inside.

But he halts after just a few steps. In the arched doorway ahead, there stands an old man with white hair and beard. His body slightly stooped, he relies on a cane in his left hand for support. His robe is pure white, save for some gold trim at the chest and sleeves for decoration.

His face shows no emotion, no hint of joy or sorrow, emitting no detectable aura.

Yet from behind him, beams of golden sunlight cascade down, with tiny particles floating in the air almost visible.

For some reason.

The Instant Indra sees the Great Clan Chief, a sudden panic grips his heart.

His anger, which had been boiling over, is now quenched as if doused by a bucket of cold water, extinguishing completely with a hiss.

"Father, I apologize, I..." Indra bows respectfully, appearing somewhat flustered. He begins to explain his presence, but before he can finish, the Great Clan Chief interrupts him.

"I am already aware of what happened there," the Great Clan Chief replies calmly.

"How should we handle this?" Indra breathes a sigh of relief, then presses further, "Kulika, Jialuo, our brothers are now in the enemy's hands, their fates unknown. Moreover, that creature's origins and strength are terrifyingly extraordinary; the testing ground has completely lost control. I'm at a loss as to what to do next."

"Nothing needs to be done next," the Great Clan Chief answers.

"..." The sea breeze blows through the arched corridor, the sunlight golden, its whooshing sound echoing in Indra's ears.

For a moment.

Indra thinks he has misheard.

With caution, he lifts his head, glancing with the corner of his eye.

The expression on the Great Clan Chief's face is unchanged, as if those missing are not his children, but two unrelated strangers.

Looking at that old and cold face, a furious rage begins to rise uncontrollably in Indra's heart.

But still, he suppresses it and asks, "I'm still somewhat unclear."

Finally, a slight change appears on the Great Clan Chief's face. His brows raise slightly, as if a smile is forming.

"I've made targeted progress, cultivating in Henos a gene spiral that can isolate us from the realm of immortality. She will be our future, the new human. Remember the purpose of our initial descent onto this planet? Now that it's been fulfilled, it's time to depart from here and return to our homeland."

A young girl in a white dress, with chestnut hair, who looks no older than fourteen or fifteen, runs out from behind the garden gates.

She is barefoot, her fair feet dusted with soil, holding a trowel in her hand.

It seems she was not expecting visitors.