The crowd stood in a terrified huddle, their eyes wide with fear as they watched Lyerin dispatch the trolls with brutal efficiency.
Their bodies trembled, and every instinct they had screamed at them to run, to escape the merciless violence before them.
They had just witnessed Lyerin, the one they thought was their protector, savagely beat down hulking forest trolls without hesitation, and now he turned his gaze to them.
The panic in their eyes was palpable, as if they feared they would be next.
As Lyerin stood before them, his face twisted in mild disappointment. "Boring," he muttered under his breath, his tone flat.
The thrill of battle had faded too quickly, and the reaction from his so-called tribe members wasn't nearly as satisfying as he had hoped.
They cowered before him, weak and terrified, just like everyone he had encountered in his past life.
Where's the challenge? he thought.
Where's the fire, the resistance?
