While Rasta was mixing the concoction for the base they needed for the blood pact, Leone sent a telepathic message to his vassals.
Moments later, they all gathered and stood behind their Great Chieftain, looking at Logan with solemn expressions on their faces.
For a brief moment, the Orc Champion thought they were worried that he would hurt the young man.
Then again, it was beneath him to explain himself to others. Right now, the only ones he acknowledged in the Aslan Tribe as his equals were Leone and Brann.
Aside from them, everyone else was unimportant.
"It's done," Rasta said after he poured the concoction into the bowl and mixed it. "Once both of you are done dripping a few drops of your blood, the concoction will turn red."
After saying that, he extended the bowl to Logan first. Without missing a beat, the Orc Warlord casually pressed a dagger on his palm to draw blood and squeezed some of it out into the bowl.
