"Brogan, do you even realize what you're doing?"
"I am Thundar, the chieftain of the Ironbone Tribe—your chieftain!"
Thundar's breathing was labored, his face contorted with anger and disbelief. He never imagined that someone from his own tribe would dare to take him hostage.
"Chieftain Thundar—oh wait, I should say Elder Thundar now!" Brogan sneered. "From the moment you submitted, the Ironbone Tribe no longer has a chieftain."
"At this point, I might as well come clean. It was my idea to lead the tribe on that cross-border hunt, and it was me who got Kael killed."
"But I did it for the tribe, to hunt more resources. Sure, I was a bit greedy, wanting a Bagbird's stomach pouch for myself."
"I just didn't expect that during that hunt, we'd run into Orion by sheer bad luck!"
"Orion, I think we can—"
Whoosh!
A gust of wind swept through, and Brogan's body collapsed backward, lifeless.
It was a headless giant corpse.
