Lyerin stood atop the towering statue that symbolized the heart of the Stonehooves tribe.
His figure, wrapped in a thick shroud of fog, concealed his face, leaving only his silhouette visible to anyone who might be watching from below.
His lips curled into a faint smile, hidden beneath the veil of mist.
Lyerin could sense the tremors of the world beyond—the image of him, their so-called "representative," had been broadcast to countless eyes. But with the fog obscuring his features, none would truly know who he was.
"My face was probably shown all over the world for a few seconds," Lyerin murmured to himself, his voice a quiet rumble in the stillness, "but I could care less."
Suddenly, the ground beneath him vibrated with a soft, rhythmic thump.
Thum!
Thum!
The vibrations grew louder as one of his tribe's Horned Mana Beasts approached, its massive form causing the very earth to tremble.
