Tear Flesh couldn't reveal the creator's secrets to his own disciples, but coming up with a lie was no trouble at all for him. With a flick of his eyes, he said with a sorrowful face,
"My king, in his final moments, fought a fierce battle with the Swamp Giant Snake. His most loyal sons of the hunt accompanied him to the end—it was an epic and intense fight. My king's arms were lost on this battlefield, so we must stay here to recover my king's personal effects.
No one knows where those legendary weapons were lost, but it is now your responsibility to do so."
Tear Flesh coughed, pounded his waist, and assumed a frail posture as he gathered the remains of the King of Bone Biting and said,
"I am old; retrieving my king's remains has been enough for me to enter the decision-making circle of Moss Valley. I am content with grasping the final outcome of my life. However, the leadership of the Pestilence Clan still remains unresolved.
