Tribe of Morana

"What the fuck is that?"

"No idea. But it seems strong!"

"Stronger than those dogs? We're fucked!"

"Shit! I need to pee! I won't be able to pee if they attack now!"

Shouts of discomfort and fear covered the area as the humans panicked, gazing at the monstrosity of a force that awaited them. An army of yetis, clad in navy armor and wielding great swords.

Bloodlust could be felt from the yetis, even though they were incredibly far away. Killing intent radiated through the battlefield as if the world contained a red tint. Fearful faces appeared everywhere as many attempted to run away from the battlefield.

Yet, that's when the yetis struck, charging forward. Roars pierced the ears of the humans listening, while cracks rapidly appeared in the ground, causing it to become barren.

"Yetis," Alex muttered under his breath. Yetis were species akin to humans but were not superior in any way or form. However, that was, compared to other dimensions consisting of humans; not Earth.

The species was incredibly weak compared to life forms residing in Telos Dou Dromou, yet were considered powerful in other regions of the universe. However, that was determined by the tribe and in what conditions the yetis had lived.

Yetis also possessed an inherent trait, allowing them to create and manipulate ice by sucking the moisture from the air itself. However, that took a considerable amount of energy and was used as a last resort.

Getting back to the topic at hand, yetis were not a fair match for mere humans who resided in a society free of any hardship, and possessed no powers that they would regard as "supernatural" prior to the apocalypse.

"This is going to be difficult," Alex commented under his breath, but his words were heard by everyone in proximity, sending his chills down their spine. If Alex himself considered yetis to be dangerous, they wondered what could become of them if they were to battle the species. Most likely, the humans would become minced meat.

The ape-like creatures with distinct, white fur approached the humans at tremendous speeds, the ground offering no resistance as it molded according to where the creatures stepped.

Deafening noises resounded throughout the battleground as the yetis charged. Their leader, a comparably larger yeti than the rest, wore a navy helmet which the others did not wear. The leader, instead of ordering his troop to attack, decided to converse with the leader of humans.

The army came to a stop about a hundred meters away from the human army. The leader of the yetis came forward, flicking his wrist to inform the other yetis not to interfere while he conversed with the enemy.

Alex, watching the unusual display, began recalling the various tribes of yetis. 'This has to be the Morana Tribe, one famous for their varying emotions and behavior, judging by their navy armor.'

Not wasting any time, Alex unsheathed Durendal as he cast a glance at Eric and the others, who nodded slightly. He then walked forward in the most imposing way he could muster, maintaining an emotionless expression.

The two leaders stood before each other. The yeti seemed to be about fifteen feet tall and seemed drastically more vicious compared to Alex. Yet, their aura seemed somewhat equal, which brought a pleasant smile to the yeti's face.

"We fight?" asked the yeti. The Translation Device attached to the soul of those trapped in the apocalypse would be upgraded during the second tutorial, but for now, it was difficult to translate grammar from other languages.

Alex did not respond, locking eyes with the yeti as he concentrated mana into his eyes, causing them to turn cyan. The yeti seemed surprised for a second, but soon regained composure, interpreting the action as a form of affirmation.

"Platoon! Attack!" The yeti ordered, releasing a deafening roar that shook the eardrums of all that listened to it. "Kill!"

Alex and the leader of the yetis continued to stare into each other's eyes, both waiting for the other to make a move. The yetis charged towards the humans, while the latter steeled their resolve, preparing to fight back.

"What the fuck is he doing?" Eugene asked as he stared at Alex's figure.

"A battle between the strongest beings on the battlefield," Maxwell responded. "It is the most important."

The yetis suddenly slowed down, flexing their core as they released screams of hatred. The battlefield suddenly turned chilly, as if winter had come. The rain became hail as it fell upon the grounds of the battlefield, initiating the battle.

Maxwell and Eric were the first ones intercepting the yetis. The former charged forward, swinging his sword diagonally towards the first yeti he encountered. The yeti swung its great sword as it met Maxwell's crimson blade.

A sharp noise of two metals colliding was released as the two struggled in a battle of strength. Despite the yeti's racial advantage, Maxwell seemed to have the advantage due to having voraciously consumed Stones of Soma during the grace period they received before the battle.

The two backed off, concluding the sword lock before charging once again. Maxwell, instead of colliding swords again, slid on the ground, forcing his heel to hit the yeti's shin, causing it to lose balance.

Welcoming the opportunity with open arms, he instantly swung upwards, towards the yeti's thick abdomen, slicing it open. Blood emerged as it froze instantly, causing the yeti feel excruciating pain.

Maxwell retreated as he watched the yeti fall to the ground, finishing it with a quick, long slice.

By now, the yetis had caused three casualties, despite not even a minute having passed. Maxwell grit his teeth as he sprinted deep into the battlefield, towards the rear, in order to provide assistance to those at the back.

The yetis stomped on the humans, decapitating several with a single strike. Blood covered the battlefield once again.

The racial advantage was too much for the humans to bear. The yetis demolished everything as they attacked without rest, forcing the humans to retreat. Yet, the humans quickly realized that retreating was not an option, as the lime barrier was quickly erected around the city, blocking their entrance.

For this trial alone, the harmful effects of exiting the barrier had been nullified, so as to not exterminate all humans instantly.

The yetis took advantage of the fearful humans' route of escape having been blocked. They committed murder left and right, letting out roars of joy. The Morana Tribe was known to be docile at times, but when they possessed the advantage, they released all of their pent-up bloodlusts, destroying everything in proximity.

That was why it was known as the Tribe of Two Faces.

*

At the front of the battlefield stood two beings, evaluating the other as they waited for the other to attack.

"You! Seem strong!" The leader of the yetis let out boisterous laughter as he stared at his prey. The leader of the weak humans whom his tribe was in the process of devouring. What could the mere human do?

On the other hand, the human seemed fairly powerful, as displayed by his unwavering aura and dangerous eyes. However, if one's powers are relative, numbers always stand triumphant.

"I like!" The leader of the yetis roared in satisfaction. He seemed convinced of his inevitable victory and simply desired to enjoy the thrill of battle. Having suffered under the giants, it was his time to enjoy life.

"You seem strong, too," Alex commented, pointing Durendal at the yeti's chin, a smug expression clouding his face. "Would you do me the honor of initiating the battle?"

The yeti revealed a thoughtful expression before nodding in an unusually innocent way.

"Good."