Leone couldn't possibly guess why he'd receive such a hostile gaze from someone he had never even met, so he shifted his attention toward the person in question.
As expected, it wasn't a familiar face.
By the looks of it, the glaring man was in his early twenties. One glance was enough to tell that he must be special, for the presence he exuded easily set him apart from the rest.
Sensing his hostility, Jason stood between him and Leone, while Ulric and Kael also took on a fighting stance.
"Which tribe do you belong to?" the man unleashing the killing intent asked. "I haven't seen any of you before here in the dungeon."
"We are from the Aslan Tribe," Jason replied.
"The Aslan Tribe?" The young man frowned. "Ah… that upstart tribe I have been hearing about as of late. I heard their chieftain is a weakling."
The other warriors of the Grimhowl Tribe laughed at those words. Their lack of respect showed they didn't think too highly of the Aslan Tribe.
