Certainly, the cost is high. For a God to favor a mortal, certainly the cost is high...
Buwayans had entered the gates!
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We Jump in at the result of the battle...
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"I lost!!! I lost!!!!" Left Arm now collapsed to the ground in denial. His hammer's handle is split into two and it was all dented. His other hand is missing and his Achilles tendon was severed by Miguel.
A moment ago, after a decisive effort in avoiding the pitfalls, their group had successfully advanced as they stormed beyond the gates of Lumin's Tribe.
They were greeted with an ambush!
Most of his men were attacked with poison darts and they instantly convulsed as their mouths bubbled, sprawling dead upon their arrival.
"You should not have ignored my warning to you at the gate's entrance! Have you seen it?" Miguel loudly yelled as his mouth was stretched wide, roaring in anger.
