Lyerin wiped the sweat from his brow as he dashed out of the minotaur maze of his Stonehooves Tribe, the echoing sounds of chaos and insectoid screeches fading behind him.
His body hummed with adrenaline, but his mind was already racing ahead to the next challenge.
They would never escape death, and the dimension they were in, one victory only set the stage for the next battle.
As he paused to catch his breath in the shadow of a dilapidated maze, a soft chime echoed in his mind.
Ding!
[ You have destroyed two tribes.
[ Your Stonehooves Tribe Spirit was elevated to level two.
[ Would you like to elevate it to three? ]
A grin slowly spread across Lyerin's face, his sharp eyes flickering with a mix of satisfaction and hunger.
He stood a little straighter, glancing around at the corpses of the bird men, the remnants of what was once a thriving people of civilization in the sky.
