Chapter 371: Consultation
Chapter 371: Consultation
The soldiers, their faces set in stubborn determination, dismissed Lyerin’s advice. His words had stung, yes, but they weren’t about to let his scorn dictate their actions. After all, how could he, sitting in his calm, calculated superiority, possibly understand the gravity of their struggle?
“What does he know?” Caron muttered as they prepared for yet another hunt. The morning sun was already climbing, casting long shadows over the tribe. “We’ve fought this thing for days. We’ve seen its strength firsthand. Fighting at night… it’s just—”
“Ridiculous,” another soldier finished, tightening the straps on his armor. “He just wants to test us, make us feel small. Maybe he’s even mocking us. We’ve survived this long by trusting our instincts, not by listening to someone who watches from the sidelines.”
A few murmurs of agreement rippled through the group, though some soldiers hesitated. The seed of doubt Lyerin had planted lingered in their minds, but pride—and desperation—spoke louder.
As they set out into the woods, the tension among them was palpable. Every rustle of leaves, every snapping twig, sent shivers down their spines. Their hands gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes scanning the dense undergrowth for any sign of their foe.
Hours passed, and the sun climbed higher, bathing the forest in harsh light. The soldiers moved cautiously, their nerves frayed from days of failed hunts and mounting pressure. And then, it happened.
The beast emerged with a terrifying roar, its massive frame cutting through the foliage like a phantom made of muscle and fury. It moved with a speed that belied its size, its glowing eyes locking onto the soldiers with predatory precision.
The battle was brutal. Every trap they set was dismantled in seconds, their carefully laid plans rendered useless by the creature’s overwhelming power. It struck with lethal efficiency, its claws tearing through their defenses, its movements too swift to counter.
One by one, the soldiers fell back, their confidence crumbling under the relentless assault. Shouts of “Hold the line!” and “Regroup!” echoed through the forest, but they were drowned out by the chaos of the fight.