The Everwake and Loras exchanged a glance, their expressions turning icy.
The nine-star pattern on Loras's forehead swirled with light. He paid no mind to the fact that his opponent's power far exceeded his own, his deep violet eyes surging with killing intent. The Everwake's feather wings rustled, the dust they shed shimmering like a rainbow in the sunlight.
Leomund laughed in exasperation. He was a War Pattern-level Beastman; who didn't show him respect?
A lowly tribe without even a Barbarian Tooth Level Beastman truly thought they could establish a foothold among the Beastman City-states just because they'd developed red bricks?
Fangs protruded from his face. Behind him, the disciplined warriors of the Lion-Salt City-state raised their weapons in unison, letting out thunderous war cries. The overwhelming display of power put the citizens within the city-state on high alert.
