Just like that, the two tribes were taught a devastating lesson once again. The forest had completely become Owen and Rowan's private playground.
Every so often, they would reappear to cause trouble for the Nomadic Wolf tribe and the Vampire Bat tribe. Their strikes varied in force—sometimes heavy, sometimes light—but never delivering a decisive, finishing blow. Like a cat playing with a mouse, they slowly whittled away at their opponents' willpower and physical stamina.
They only made the beastmen feel agonizing pain and endless frustration. In the end, just the slightest rustle of wind in the grass would put them on edge; their nerves were stretched as taut as bowstrings. Even the sound of a falling leaf made them jump in extreme fright.
