Kieran wasn't loud yet his voice echoed all over the quiet battlefield like thunder.
His rampant and chaotic sulfur aura blasted the whole battlefield as well.
The horrified men gazed at the charred land that Kieran was pointing, as though the land cracked and a blazing devil climbed out from hell, roaring furiously at the sky.
"It's him! It's him!"
"He's back!"
Scattered cries sounded from the Prairies main camp. The cries sounded like a ripple spread out when a pebble was thrown into a peaceful lake, louder and louder as seconds passed.
Each of the tribal leaders had to stand out, yelling out loud to stop their men from falling apart and orders after orders were sent into the deepest part of their main camp.
All they wanted was to get rid of their dissidents and obtain more wealth, not to stake their lives on the line.
A few more seconds later, the main camp of the Prairies started to back away and retreated almost a thousand meters.
