The tribe leaders descended onto the cobblestone floor of the dryad tribe, each landing leaving behind a massive crater beneath their feet. Ragged gasps escaped from their mouths as they struggled to catch their breath.
Thalgar pondered silently, his eyes fixed on Akun's retreating figure. "Such power, such aura... How did he become so strong?" He clenched his jaw, and blood trickled from both sides of his wolf-like mouth.
Leandore's gaze locked onto Akun's retreating figure, frustration boiling within him as he felt the weight of a rare defeat on his shoulders. His thoughts delved into the shameful reality, "Ever since the great dragonic war thousands of years ago, no one has ever defeated the head of my tribe. Now, I have brought that shame to my bloodline, for being its first head to fall in battle since then. I feel like a disgrace to my ancestors; I didn't even land a single attack and was reduced to this pathetic state."