"Orion, should we notify the tribe's shaman?"
Lilith, having fully integrated into the giant tribe, naturally considered herself part of it now.
Orion gazed at the approaching Dark Fiends, hesitating for a moment.
The shaman—each one was a treasure of the tribe.
Since Orion's mother, Phoebe, had disappeared, the Blackstone Tribe had been without a shaman. It wasn't until a month ago that a giant finally became the lowest-ranked shaman. Even so, this shaman held a very prestigious position within the tribe. Not even during the dark beast tides had Clymene allowed the shaman to be sent to the battlefield.
Among the giants, most were warriors, and very few could become shamans.
Every giant shaman could wield bloodline magic and Abyssal magic.
Of course, to the giants, shamanic magic was simply seen as witchcraft.
