The roc was just as powerful as he was, in fact a bit more, but Kora's feather, he now learned was called the heart feather, identified him as the mate of a much higher bloodline to her.
Her disturbing similarity to Kora was not an accident, the roc in front of him was one of Dierdra's distant descendents!
He learned an eye opening fact that Divine Beasts sotis forced their weak descendents to move to lower realms and face the trials of trying to rise back up on their own.
So succeeded but many simply stayed and spread their family around.
Without knowing how old Skinwalker's Inheritance was, he had no way of knowing how many generations separated his current acquaintance and Kora.
He was also not sure if Kora would be counted as she had originally died in the original turn of events.
The current Kora was a miracle of a Divine Inheritance and his interference in the sequence of events as they had been imprinted on it.
The na of the woman was complicated caws and screeches but loosely translated into the Silver God of Wind and Lighting.
Apparently, her father had nad her and Lind suspected he wanted a son but there was no way to know as both her parents were long gone.
She was the last of her kind.
If he needed any further proof the current area was isolated, her statent of that was the definitive proof.
Kora had already told him in great excitent by letter that she had found more rocs in the Heaven Realm lands.
She neglected to tell him about their reaction when eting but possibly she was used to it!
Why would anyone question a natural reaction if you experienced it all your life?
"I am going to have a talk with her about this."
Lind mumbled as he returned to the humans who looked in awe at his new companion.
"These are your slaves, Great Master?"
Lind resisted barely smacking her in the head.
He found his temper was not far away but he also knew he was stressed.
His inability to control himself was only recently taken care of and the more he learned, the more cornered he felt.
He had popped up sowhere strange and dangerous.
The more he heard the neat history, the more red flags pushed down on his serenity.
"They are not my slaves, never will I have slaves.
These people are injured and in the case of those 3, they saved
when I was exhausted in the bog."
The silvery dress moved like silk but he knew it was tougher than any armor even he could Forge at the mont.
"They are good people then.
I shall make sure the annoying soldiers do not harm them in the coming battle."
Lind was about to land when he suddenly yanked the woman back into the sky.
He then dropped a formation plate that isolated them as he held back on using weavings.
"Explain that comnt right now."
The round cream colored face tilted before she had her eyes widen in realization.
"I beg your pardon, Great Master, I felt your presence and ca from my nest and saw several of the annoying soldiers making their way through the Hinterlands.
It is a regular event but they leave
alone and only attack other humans."
Lind expanded his senses instantly and then narrowed his erald eyes to the south.
There were 25 to 30 soldiers which would normally be suicide with 500 cultivators in wait but their injuries were still there.
He had only improved their condition, it could co back if they had to fight.
Further, their abilities were clearly less than normal cultivators would be.
"What is going on in this place?
Why do they think the Fiend War is over, are the Fiends in charge?"
Lind was talking out loud again but did not expect a helpful contribution anymore, yet Fate was kind.
"The Immortal Suzen set up a highly restrictive Law Binding around the 6 empires when the cataclysm happened.
He did not tell anyone why but the Fiends caught inside were killed by him."
Lind stared at her and felt a massive weight lift from his chest.
"Your race mories?"
She nodded but then shook her head.
"My grandfather rembered more than I have seen in my race mories but even then, I only know what he did that far back.
All the Immortals back then felt sothing went wrong with the Laws and then Suzen took drastic action for so reason as well."
Lind knew beasts generally interacted more with cultivators as realms increased but they rarely kept up day to day.
"As concise as you can, what happened to the weavers, Forgers, and elixir masters."
Rather than confusion, she seed happy to have information for him.
"They have the nas of the local guilds but the Immortals were few here back then so Immortal Suzen had founded the 3 derivative professions and liked things to be a bit dramatic."
Lind nodded and listened but the information was scarce.
Apparently, Immortal Suzen was only a Sliver Tier but seed stuck at it.
Still, in the Heaven Realm, that was as high as cultivators could reach before having to move on.
Like before, however, many stayed to settle affairs before heading to the Celestial Fields.
When the cataclysm occurred, Suzen began acting strangely and then suddenly erected the Law Binding before suddenly dying once all the Fiends were gone.
She knew nothing more than that though from the beginning.
"Do you mind if I give you a human na?"
Lind had been hit with a lot and ti was short, yet he really did not want to call out her current na.
She pouted at him a bit but then nodded.
"Thank you, I will call you Glenda."
She actually liked the na but I hoped she never asked why I nad her that.
I did not dare to reveal that I felt a little like Dorothy in Oz at the mont.
"Where are those soldiers from?"
Lind was now watching the n and won as they thodically cut through the forest.
Their armor was not too shiny and showed excellent care but the cloth was a pale green that blended in nicely with the woods.
"Um, the smaller one, I think?"
Lind slowly glanced at her before they flew back down to the bandits.
"There are soldiers with dull armor and pale green coloring, who are they from?"
Old Wan looked grim as he stood up.
"They are from Perot Empire.
It is the smallest but the most vicious of them all."
Lind looked as he wanted more answers but then Glenda's silvery eyes narrowed in anger.
"They are the ones that killed my mother!"
He looked at her mystified as to how she ould not recognize the ones that killed her mother but then her next words confird a few things.
"My grandfather only told
the na of the empire, now what they wore."
Wise man.
Glenda struck him as an attack first and worry about any consequences later ntality.
Was that a roc trait?
Kora was just as headstrong but she seed much better in his mory.
Was he biased?!
Lind shook the stray thoughts as he quickly made so plans.
"None of you are to move from this glade.
Not one.
If you so much as sneeze, i will co back and give you hell."
Lind sternly warned the bandits who all solemnly nodded before both he and Glenda took back to the skies.
Old Wan understood sothing when he saw that but kept quiet.
He dared not cross a Lifemancer and certainly Lind's combat ability was terrifying from what he had heard from the Silver Tree Valley folks.
They all looked on and felt a little pity for the soldiers.
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"Where are they?
We should have found soone by now."
A sniveling man with gold braids on his shoulders was complaining once more as his minions cleared a path for him.
He was Logan, a minor noble but all of the n and won with him were commoners.
Logan felt the bandit missions were beneath his concern but he could not push back at that annoying gnat of a commander.
The man had good backing so he could only obey.
The useless fools around him were moving too slow for his taste as they should be heading ho already.
Normally, they would simply wipe out one of the ever changing holes in the ground the fools hid in but while signs were found that they had occupied a few of the regular places but there was no one anywhere.
It was too hot and sweaty for marching in the forest.
"Sergeant, I found more signs that a large group is to the north."
One of the n Logan actually approved of was waving his rail thin arms but before Logan could respond, a massive shadow blocked the sky above.
"A roc!"
One of the useless n scread but Logan was already bolting from the group.
They would get eaten and Logan would head ho as quickly as possible!
The giant bird of prey floated above them when a bare chested man with black and erald hair.
Despite the raggedy pants, all of them felt terror looking at him as they realized what he was.
A Moon Tier!
The highest cultivation in their group was low Star Tier!
Between the man and the roc, they were dead!
"I need you all to calm down and stay put for now."
Sigils blazed and every soldier convulsed as their dantains pinched as they had felt more than once in their lives.
A Soulmancer?!
Why were they in the Hinterlands?
"M-master!
We are following orders from the Central Committee, why are you here?"
Logan tried to butter up one of their betters but then golden traces flared between them all before pain wracked their bodies.
A deep frown crossed the Soulmancer's face, but then Logan was weeping as he believed they were all about to have a fate worse than death.
"Would you just calm down, I have questions and you better give
answers, or I am handing you over to my friend."
The giant silver roc looked down from a small cliff but all paled as the implications.
All quivered as the man began to move closer to them.
They wondered if it would hurt when he used their souls but instead, he moved towards one of the squires shivering on the ground.
"Let's begin."
Lind smiled wide as he hoped to get a lof of useful information very quickly.
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