As the guardian of the Darkmane Tribe burned in flames, a loud laugh reached Troy's ears.
"Hahaha! To think the Darkmane Tribe would only amount to this!" a cloaked man riding on a Wyvern shouted. "You have fallen, Troy."
"So it's you, Rhogar," Troy said calmly, recognizing the voice of one of the high-ranking officials from the Bonegnash Tribe.
The cloaked man no longer bothered to hide beneath the hood, soon revealing a very familiar face to Troy.
"The least I can do is show you the face of the man who will soon send you to the afterlife." Rhogar sneered.
"How did you do it?" Troy asked as the battle around him intensified. "How did you and Osteon do this?"
"It's quite simple, really," Rhogar replied. "The Monster King and the Bonegnash Tribe just have the same goal this time around."
Troy narrowed his eyes at those words. The Bonegnash Tribe only wanted one thing.
