Lyerin strolled down the cracked, desolate streets, his boots kicking up dust as he exhaled deeply, a breath of temporary relief.
He glanced up at the sky, his mind momentarily at ease, knowing the Shuras wouldn't dare to launch an immediate attack.
"It's only to make them stop attacking continuously and they didn't even question if I am telling the truth or not, probably because they have that ability."
They'd decided to keep their distance, convinced that his Stonehooves Tribe was a worthy training ground for their younger Asura warriors.
The absurdity of it almost made him laugh.
To them, he and his tribe were nothing more than stepping stones, their immortality and resilience something to exploit.
Still, it gnawed at him—the fact that other races had been watching, witnessing him expose the weaknesses of his tribe.
The truth was, Lyerin hadn't divulged everything.
