The Darkmane Tribe crashed against the rear of the monster army like an unstoppable mighty wave.
Fueled by the anger they felt for not being able to help their chieftain fight against the Monster King, the tribe's warriors were out for blood.
Mounted on a Darkmane Lion, Ivan led this mighty charge and broke through the enemy ranks like a hot knife slicing through butter. He didn't stop advancing forward, using the monster corpses in his path to enter the fortress.
When his mount jumped over the destroyed wall, he took a quick scan of his surroundings and learned the direness of the situation.
He then locked his gaze at the Ogre Warlord. Instead of running away, he urged his mount to charge in its direction.
With a mighty roar, the Darkmane Lion charged at its target, lunging at its back without fear.
