"Hu, ha!"
"Hu, ha!"
"Hu, ha!"
The Crackhowl Tribe's battle cries rang through the heavens, making the voices of the other tribes seem ever weaker.
They watched helplessly as the chieftain they had placed such high hopes upon, the one who had led their tribe to victory after victory, was severed limb from limb, torso, and even head by the spinning Great Axe.
The head that fell to the ground stared blankly at the woman who had driven the Great Axe into the earth beneath her foot.
Then it looked toward the Beastfolk and Goblins of the Rending Roar Tribe, then toward the allied army beyond them. That vast crowd's cheers resounded across the entire barren land.
They exchanged glances and involuntarily took a step back.
They were afraid.
In full view of everyone, Shivana walked over to the pile of severed limbs. Looking at the Troll who had nearly been chopped into mincemeat, she saw his constantly rolling eyes prove that he was still alive.
She could even see those severed limbs continuously creeping toward his brain, as though trying to reattach themselves.
She knew very well that this lump of rotten flesh had once humiliated her tribe. Only at the cost of half their population had they managed to make the Rending Roar flee,
and gain a chance at survival.
According to tribal tradition, she should have hung his head from their banner and destroyed the entire Poison Wolf at an equal cost, washing away their past disgrace.
But she could not do that.
"Restrain yourself."
She walked toward the Rending Roar Tribe, took a torch from their hands and lit it, then looked down at Tumor and said, "Surrender. Kneel before the prophet. Obey the divine will, and I'll let every one of you live. Otherwise, I'll