The variants watched speechlessly as the Sorcerer of the Twilight Abyss was beheaded, a wave of disbelief washing over them.
"The chief... He's... dead!"
It took a good few moments for them to come to terms with reality.
The strongest and most brutal chief in the history of their tribe was dead, killed effortlessly by a human.
While many didn't like the Sorcerer due to his cannibalistic tendencies, his presence was a crucial backbone for the tribe. He had provided them with a sense of security and support, allowing them to flourish without the constant fear of being hunted by the stronger forces of the Forest of Dread. His death, therefore, was not just the loss of a tyrannical leader; it was a crushing blow to their morale.
"How did the intruder get behind our chief and assassinate him without being noticed? It's like he is a ghost!"
