Following the sounds of battle, Luke moved toward the front of the village.
A bad feeling coiled in his gut.
There was no doubt a dangerous presence had arrived, but even if it possessed magic, a beast was still, at its core, a creature of instinct.
It shouldn't have been capable of coordinating something like this… not against someone who could decide the fate of the entire village.
Was there a human mind behind this ambush?
He didn't have time to dwell on it. If he failed to stop this now, his own house would soon be targeted.
And if the son of the head chief was sacrificed, they would have no choice but to leave the village immediately.
Luke wanted to avoid that outcome at all costs.
So he chose to observe first… and act later.
He wasn't a battle fanatic, nor was he loyal enough to this place to throw his life away blindly.
Observation came first.
"Oh, fuck."
…And the moment he saw it, every instinct screamed danger.
