Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Makar Lak.

Night came and all of the Lion Tribe's member gathered around the bonfire, they danced and sang to the wind whilst giving offering to Ragna which is now Ishta the Lion God.

The fun lasted the entire night, and Magna who had been doing nothing but surviving for the last six months now have a smile on his face as he saw, man, women, children and old having a smile on their faces.

The feast came to an end and the Tribe offered the priest tent to Magna.

After that lengthy night morning came, he got out from his makeshift bed and stretched his body.

He walked out of the tent and was greeted by the people of the tribe in a bow he gestured at them to ease and continued.

And as he was walking around the tribe he saw a group of people approaching the tribe.

The Tribesman of Lion Tribe gathered around and greeted the newcomers, the newcomers didn't look any different from the people of Lion Tribe except maybe the cloths they were wearing and the tools they have is far more refined than the Lion Tribe.

Magna sneaked amongst the crowd to hear what's going on.

"You cowardly lions! Where are your monthly tribute!!" One of the newcomers said, shouting to the priest.

"I- i apologize the hunt were not succesfull."The Priest answered, but in actuallity they do have a tribute but it was used in the feast.

Then one of them kicked the frail old priest, sending the old man to the ground. The rest of the watching people couldn't make a move against these people. As these people have more hunters on their tribe and making them an enemy would wipe out the Lion Tribe.

"If none of you bring me the tribute right now I will bring the fury of Makar Lak and burn this tribe to the ground!" He threatened the people, making them pale as a sheet of paper.

"No one?"

"Bring me the sacred fire!" Then one of the Makars lit up the torch he was holding.

'Okay that's enough.'

Finally having enough of it, Magna slid through the crowd and faced the seven man from Makar Lak.

He crossed his hand and looked at them dead in the eye.

"I will give you people two choice either you go away in peace and let this be the end of it or I will kill all of you here right here right now."

"Now choose!" Magna threatened them with a cold voice, as he looked down on them as if they were ants.

The Makars looked at each other and laughed.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA kill us?"

"Oh HAHAHAHA that's a good one cowardly lion."

"Huh what can you even do against us?"

They laughed as they taunt Magna. Seeing that Magna was only one and they are seven they thought that their numerical advantage could overwhelm the entire Tribe as the tribe only have total of five hunters.

"I see you have chosen death."

Magna lifted his hands and the body of the seven Makar flew inches from the ground.

"W-w-what is going on!?"

"A-a God!!"

And as he lifted them up he made a crushing motion with his palm and immediately like a popping balloon the head of the seven Makar exploded.

Magna looked at the cold headless corpse of his enemy with a cold unfazed gaze.

In this world where there is no law to supervise the equilibrium of society only strength remains. Those with power are law themselves while the weak dies in filth.

'I may have been indeed cold blooded, but it is not something I regret. I have long escaped my shallow form of weakness and morality replaced by it is a man forged by reasons and logic. Creating the man I am now.'

In that sight all the tribesman of Lion Tribe were horrified. They were struck in shock, but as a sign of reverence they kneeled in front of him.

No words were spoken between the ruler and his subjects, and as if nothing happened Magna continued his walk, the sound of his footstep overwhelming the silence.

Once he was gone the people finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"With the Lion God with us, no more tribe will look down on us ever again."

The priest said with pride as he looked at the imposing back of their God.

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