Pa.
Pa.
Pa.
Amidst the lingering echoes of the battle, a sudden sound broke the stillness—a rhythmic clapping that reverberated through the clearing. Derek's senses, ever attuned to his surroundings, registered the sound without flinching. He had expected this, had grown accustomed to the presence that often trailed him, an observer who never intervened but always watched.
As the clapping ceased, the source of the sound emerged from the shadows—a figure that bore an air of authority and familiarity. Todo Khan, the tribe's leader, stood before Derek, his imposing stature casting a long shadow. The leader's dark skin contrasted with the tribal markings painted across his body, symbols that spoke of tradition and legacy. His muscular build exuded strength and power, a testament to his own abilities.