The gentle noon wind rustled the leaves of the ancient forest, creating a soothing melody that danced through the air. Gideon stood amidst the towering trees, his keen eyes locked onto Idris, the formidable leader of the Silver Fang tribe, who reciprocated his unwavering gaze.
"I must impress upon you the extent of my power, I possess the ability to annihilate your tribe completely," Gideon's words resonated with a quiet authority, accompanied by a knowing smile that hinted at hidden knowledge. "I'm certain you're aware of the events that transpired between me and the Iron Antler tribe, judging by your prompt response to our envoy and your lack of surprise at our presence."
