Two days later.
"MOTHER FUCKER"
Bewulf cursed as he destroyed everything in the office room. The attendants, the other elders, everyone watched him go crazy.
He had been going at the stuff pretty hard for the past couple of hours.
The floor is destroyed and there are several nicks and craters in the wall… the formations added on there as protection were the only the reason it's still intact.
That and of course, the fact that Bewulf is really holding back a lot.
After another fifteen minutes of craziness, he finally calmed down a bit.
He sat on the ground, panting, trying to swallow his anger as he heard the account of what happened from his subordinates.
"Sir, from the past two days, all the tribes are being attacked. It started with Astral plane cultivators. Weird puppets appeared out of nowhere and they targeted our tribe members.
