Lyeirn coughed, with a harsh sound that echoed through the empty buildings. His throat felt dry when he read it again, and then read it again five times, just to be sure. but he quickly composed himself, forcing the discomfort away.
There were more important things to focus on.
His gaze drifted to the horizon, where the sun struggled to break through the thick clouds. He could sense the presence of the parasitic eldritch creatures, lurking just beyond his sight, waiting for the right moment to strike.
They were drawn to humans. And Lyerin knew that his time was running out.
He could no longer level up the entire tribe, it was frustrating. "The Lack of Authority? Who made this shit up?
Lyerin clenched his fist, and just shook his head. "If I couldn't level up the tribe, then perhaps I could level up something else instead?" He mumbled. The thought struck him like a bolt of lightning. He could level up his taming ability again.
