Haraval couldn’t understand the situation.

The “berserker” had certainly surprised him—a formidable opponent among natives he’d considered mere insects. He could now see why the shamans had been so terrified. But, for all his strength, the berserker was still only a warrior who hadn’t fully reached his potential.

Maybe in the future, this warrior would be a problem.

But for now, he was manageable.

The attack he’d just suffered, however, was not.

"Was that… an attack? But… when?"

Just before the pain washed over him, he hadn’t even noticed anyone approaching.

"Even our tribe’s shadow warriors wouldn’t be able to …