A large team consisting of several dozens of armored figures riding on similarly menacing looking Carnosaurs rode over in the descending dark with menacing expressions and ferocious auras. The cold gleam of high material weapons shone like a threatening omen.
At this moment, the crimson scaled skink, Tirax had barely rested and regained only a sliver of his stamina. His body was still aching all over, but nevertheless, he did not back away from the stage.
He looked sternly at the charging herd, without him even realizing it, his hands were balled into tightly clenched fists at the sight of this horrid group of people.
"[Reptilian] You should not have intervened, stranger…" He muttered after a while, taking a glance over at the hooded figure.