War Between the Birds of Paradise and the Demon Wolf Tribe; Ayame of the Demon Wolf Tribe

War spread like wildfire, changing hands countless times in just a few days.

The news of the Four Souls Jewel was no longer a secret.

Every demon was talking about it, and every force coveted it.

And every time that jewel changed hands, it stirred up a bloody storm.

The first to be swept into this vortex was the Demon Wolf Tribe.

The Demon Wolf Tribe had lived for generations on the vast grasslands to the northeast, gathering in packs and surviving by hunting.

They were valiant warriors with fierce tempers, a force among demonkind not to be underestimated.

But this time, the opponent they had provoked was the Birds of Paradise Tribe.

Birds of Paradise, rulers of the skies.

They occupied the sheer cliffs on the eastern side of the grasslands and had fought the Demon Wolf Tribe over territory for centuries.

The hatred between the two tribes ran deep, passed down from generation to generation.

Three months ago, the two sides clashed again over a water source.

The Demon Wolf Tribe's leader personally led the tribe's elite in a bloody battle against the Birds of Paradise Tribe for three days and three nights. Both sides suffered casualties, and neither gained an advantage.

However, the Four Souls Jewel appeared.

During an outing patrol, a young demon from the Birds of Paradise Tribe discovered a shard of the Four Souls Jewel emitting an eerie glow amid the corpses of demons strewn across the ground.

That demon had originally been an insignificant nobody, average in strength and unranked within the tribe.

But the instant his claws touched that jewel shard, everything changed.

Demonic Power surged into his body like a burst dam.

His body swelled several times over, his once emerald-green feathers turned black as ink, and scarlet flames blazed in