Clayton killed the Plague Sovereign.
Well, it was not a secret.
The Ironblood, 200 meters out, froze, witnessing Clayton's triumph.
One of the reasons why Draven ordered them to leave so desperately was because of follow-up forces, not just because of the threat of the Plague Sovereign.
One way or another, they knew that the Sovereign would die eventually.
What Draven was truly scared of was the other factions. The Verdant Apostates, and maybe even the Rootbound Clans.
What they didn't expect though was this… this guy.
Vrenna's breath caught. "Green… is alive?!" Fear gripped her, his Verdant Lord form unseen but she could imagine it; thorned, fungal, divine, a ghost from Bastion-7's slaughter.
"H-Hunt". A voice trembled.
"Huh?" Vrenna turned to look at him.
Sylas flinched. "I-it's his name". He stuttered. "I finally got result from my DNA tests. I traced his origin. He entered the Genesis Protocol trials 300 years ago, right at the start. His name is Clayton Hunt".
