Orion's impassioned defense sparked a wave of murmuring among the beastmen below.
As a tribe that had only recently joined the Grymdale Tribe, the Midridge Tribe had little say in the matter. Saskia toyed with the bonfire before her, poking it with a wooden stick. Her gaze flickered over Thorne with disdain, then settled on Orion.
Orion of the Wyvern Clan. She'd heard his famous name back when she was still in the Midridge Tribe.
But she never thought Orion would actually be willing to offend the entire Grymdale Tribe for Thorne.
Just then, a figure slowly strode out from the back.
The Witch tightly gripped an ancient staff. Strange runes covered its shaft, shimmering faintly as he moved.
