While the chaos of the Minotaur's maze unfolded, with screams and clashes echoing from every direction, Lyerin stood calmly in the center of the Stonehooves Tribe.
The tension in the surrounding maze was thick, but here, surrounded by his tribe and allies, Lyerin radiated an air of absolute control.
His gaze never wavered, not even as he heard distant sounds of the birdmen's frantic struggles against unseen forces.
Lyerin's expression remained cool as he scanned the gathered crowd of new human members who had recently joined the tribe.
He raised his voice, commanding the attention of everyone around. "Listen up! We have work to do!" His words were sharp, slicing through the ambient noise with the precision of a blade.
"Dig! I need trenches dug all around this area. We're going to fortify this place. And you, yes you—go fetch more stones to reinforce the kitchen!"
