18 Months Later
Third Person POV
"Hey you! Yes, you, dickhead. Have you ever thought about joining the Black Wolves Unity?"
In the academy cafeteria, a man with hair resembling a lion's mane and golden eyes was shouting with a crooked mouth. He stood over two meters tall, and his muscles were evident even under his loose clothing. Anyone looking at him could easily tell he was from the Lion Tribe, unless they lived in a cave.
"Hey, Motherfucker! Didn't you hear what I said? Are you going to join the Black Wolves or not? You have three seconds to answer," said the man from the Lion Tribe.
The person he was yelling at appeared to be an elf man with a slender physique. It was obvious from his face that he was scared of the man shouting at him. The surrounding crowd was whispering and talking about the man from the Lion Tribe.
"Isn't that him?" a young woman whispered into her friend's ear.
