As they reappeared within the Poison Clan's territory, a dense, toxic mist filled the air, swirling around them like a living entity. The ground beneath them was dark and barren, the trees twisted and gnarled from years of poison seeping into their roots.
Kent's eyes scanned the surroundings, his senses heightened as he sought out the patriarch. He could feel the weight of countless lives lost here, their souls crying out for justice.
The Poison Clan's stronghold loomed in the distance.
The matriarch and her daughter Mona, stood waiting, their eyes glued to the figure approaching from the sky.
As Kent approached close, the matriarch's gaze fixed. This wasn't the Kent she remembered. His entire presence radiated strength, the air around him crackling with energy. His face was concealed beneath a fearsome mask, making him look almost otherworldly. Maya's mouth went wide open at the sight of Kent.