The Asura girl, her radiant form hovering in the sky, turned her gaze down toward Lyerin, who stood on top of the Stonehooves tribe's centaur statue.
His posture was casual, one arm resting on Corora, who clung to him tightly.
From this distance, Lyerin's silhouette, wrapped in a dense fog, made his expression unreadable, but there was no mistaking the smirk playing on his lips.
"Is this real?" the Asura girl's voice boomed across the sky, her eyes narrowing in disbelief.
"Is this truly the Stonehooves Tribe?"
Her ethereal voice carried both incredulity and confusion as she observed the small collection of huts, a few dozen humans who huddled together in fear.
Most of them were visibly weak, mere beginner Mana users, while six battered and injured Mana beasts stood just outside the camp, struggling to stay upright.
One could feel the air was incredibly thick with unease.
