Thastrum's face flushed red, then drained pale, a mix of shame and frustration. He let out a cold snort and retreated back toward his ranks.
Lilith's eyes narrowed as they landed on the newly arrived Half-Beast King Imorn.
"Who are you?" she asked, her tone laced with caution.
"First on the Martial Rankings," Half-Beast King Imorn said calmly.
Power radiated from him like a gathering storm, pressing on the air so heavily that even Lilith struggled to breathe. "You bullied Thastrum long enough. Now it's my turn to play."
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