The air around the Stonehooves tribe was electric, buzzing with an energy that hadn't been felt in years.
After the Minotaur's massive body hit the ground, its severed head rolling to the side, there was a moment of stunned silence.
Then, the cheers erupted.
The sound exploded into the night, a cacophony of voices, disbelief turning into celebration.
Every person in the tribe looked at Lyerin with wide, admiring eyes.
"Lyerin! Lyerin!" they chanted, their voices rising in unison.
A group of younger tribespeople, who had been trembling just moments before, surged forward, throwing their fists into the air.
Some of the elders, usually the most cautious and somber, nodded in approval, their stern faces softening into smiles.
Corora, perched beside Sophia, was the first to break the solemn silence among the women.
