Chaos Bringer: III

The eyes of the elders were filled with shock and fear. Their ancestors had been attacked? How did Mane battle them without making a single sound!

“Impossible!” Magma screamed. For the first time in the several decades he had been the head of the Barbarians, he lost his cool before his people.

“What is?” Mane asked nonchalantly, carelessly twisting locks of his long hair that had fallen onto his face.

“You fighting the ancestors! A battle of that caliber would have shaken Intersection in its entirety!” Magma voiced out the thoughts of every elder here. They had never seen Magma this disoriented before, but they could understand why. They kept their thoughts to themselves though, saying nothing.

“I think you are mistaken here,” Mane yawned lazily and said.

His tone was that of one who was wasting his time speaking to people far beneath his level, and many of the elders grit their teeth in frustration at their current situation. They who were used to looking down on others were now