Sel Bloodhoof fixed his eyes at the spatial rift that grew increasingly vast. The pressure heavily wrestled with his breathing.
"Naga?" This beast was a well-known race among the Dungeon Race.
Brutal, bloodthirsty, warlike, and powerfully flexible qualified this race as a tremendous deterrent.
One would never want to be neighbors with a group of Nagas.
Their aggressive nature naturally merits their neighbors as the first targets.
They could not coexist.
It was an invading race that had appeared from another plane. Sel irrationally accumulated that hunger and thirst settled in these monsters.
Slaughter, occupation, expansion.
The war was unavoidable.
"N-Naga?!"
A heavily injured barbarian hero in the dungeon stared at the Nagas' appearance and froze wide-eyed. That knocked his heart out.
He subconsciously looked at Sel, their ruler.
"Lord Sel…We…"
