The ground quaked with every clash from the giants, the air buzzed with primal energy as both tribes fought like forces of nature sweeping through the lands.
The Molkai Tribal warriors were all clad in fur and leather, and they moved with feral instincts. Their glowing tribal tattoos throbbed brighter with each swing of their weapons.
The tattoos felt strange, and from the way they battled, it felt like that was their source of strength or maybe a supportive kind of strength to bolster their attacking prowess.
The Skarn Tribal warriors were covered in rough, bone-like armor that radiated an ominous aura and they also possessed tribal tattoos but theirs was crimson tattoos that flared as if fueled by bloodlust.
A Molkai Tribal warrior lunged forward, his spear danced like a serpent in the air towards a Skarn Tribal warrior.
