Jingle, jingle, jingle.
A Blood-Derived in the form of a black cat, a bell hanging from its neck, floated over behind Doraqi. Cat and dog gazed toward the wind wall, which was buried beneath a barrage of attacks.
"It seems ordinary attacks from the other side of the wind wall can't break this evil god's resolve to invade. I'd advise you to save your strength for now and prepare for what comes next."
This black-cat-shaped Blood-Derived was the Wind Elder of the Doraqi tribe.
Holding a wooden staff, it stared at the enormous head growing clearer and clearer against the wind wall. Surrounded by swarms of Blood-Derived launching dense, fearless attacks, the head didn't retreat. Instead, it kept struggling to force its way into the eye of the storm. The elder tried to persuade Doraqi, stopping it from wasting its strength on a futile effort.
The power structure within the Doraqi tribe was headed by the ideological rivalry between Ansel the Painter and the prophet Doraqi. Beneath them were four great elders, twelve commanders, and more than a hundred elite third-tier Blood-Derived.
They determined the future course of the tribe's power.
Before the Painter's death, Doraqi had enjoyed greater prestige within the tribe, but it had never held an absolute advantage over the Painter. Two of the four great elders had openly declared their support for the Painter, and nearly half of the twelve commanders and elite Blood-Derived had shown themselves to be ambivalent.
The tribe's four great elders were Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning.
Every one of them wielded formidable power, and each was at least as strong as Doraqi. If the conflict had continued, the outcome of the struggle for power between Doraqi and the Painter would have remained uncertain.
Now.
With the Painter dead, the Wind Elder,