"We swore our loyalty to you... Young Master!"
Five brave warriors knelt down in front of Miguel, not caring about their wounds or the bloody mess they had become. Each of them resolved a new purpose as the young man who showed unparalleled prowess asked their loyalty.
"Rise... This is only the beginning."
Directly after, he brought the severed head of Daku—still spurting some blood. The thick pungent smell of fresh blood like a rusty metal sword covered their nostrils. Then he ordered,
"Take their heads and mount them at the barricade's spikes. I want to show those Buwayans what happens if they still dare enter inside!"
"As you wish!" The five warriors complied and immediately did as they were told.
The wooden barricade spikes that stood as walls now had additional ornaments. Numerous pairs of eyes widely opened as if still alive painted a horrifying atmosphere outside the Lumin tribe's gates.
