“It hurts… it hurts!”

Karghul, the Greenmane Tribe’s high priest, screamed in pain. As one who practiced shamanic arts, his body was inevitably frailer than those of the warriors. This was why the shamans only moved after the warriors had set up a barricade.

“Hah! They seized that brief opening. Impressive skill.”

The attack, timed to strike the moment the warriors' defenses opened, had cost them dearly—half of the valuable shamans were killed outright. Karghul himself, the leader of the shamans on this expedition, had lost his entire right arm and shoulder.

“You’re mad to praise the enemy!”

“Serves you …