On the fringes of the Shadow clan's territory, Dart, grievously injured, and a few renegade members of his clan sought respite beside a clump of wild grass.
Dart's eyes were bloodshot with unyielding resentment.
He was so close to his final triumph.
Who could have imagined that Sherry would attain such formidable Power of Shadow?
Was it possible that the Hero Spirits of the Shadow clan had entrusted all their might to Sherry?
This was something Dart found utterly unbelievable.
He had always seen himself as the future of the Shadow clan.
A deluge of negative emotions engulfed him, compelling him to stand and bellow in rage.
"I am the one who should be the new High Priest of the Shadow clan! I am destined to be the hero, the savior of our people! That cursed woman, Sherry, bringing an outsider against me! I will never give up!"
The eyes of the Shadow clan members around him were devoid of any spark of hope.
