Lyerin stood atop the crumbled remains of the battlefield, his eyes cold as he surveyed the carnage below.
His Pig Orcs were gathering the bodies of the fallen participants, dragging them back toward the Stonehooves Tribe's maze, their grotesque forms lumbering with brutal efficiency.
The air was thick with the scent of blood and ash, and the sounds of moaning survivors filled the desolate landscape.
His decision was clear: to level up the Spirit of his Tribe, he needed to ensure the entire Stonehooves Tribe elevated alongside it.
After all, the spirit won't level up without the whole Tribe not leveling up too.
That meant not just gaining power for himself, but pulling the tribe up with him—and for that, sacrifices were required.
The maze of the Stonehooves was more than just a physical labyrinth.
It was now a sacred ground, a place where the tribe's blood rituals were performed to strengthen the Tribe Spirit.
