Standing on a cliff, Cain looked down at the ring of death that stretched from land to sky. Even with how strong his perception had become, he still couldn't identify the creatures flying in the sky.
Hence, he didn't know what they would be dealing with. A gnawing feeling in his heart told him that today was the day...
He had been here for close to a month. During this time, he had become acquainted with most of the beastmen, including those in Floki, Malcolm, and Galip's camps. Although they weren't going to be cooperating, that didn't mean they were enemies...
They were just going to be using different methods to survive, even though he thought it was a waste. Still, he couldn't trust them. That was the main reason for his refusal to cooperate. He didn't want to take any chances. Although he was confident in his strength, he wasn't stupid. Just by looking into the cunning and conniving eyes of the three leaders, he knew they had no good intentions.