"Thomas! Michael!" Eric saw the state of his tribesmen clearly and shouted in heartache.
Arthur's expression remained unchanged, as if everything around him was just a colony of ants.
Eric's heart dropped to the bottom of the abyss. He looked up; Max had already started to struggle, and Arthur hadn't even made a move yet.
The Dragon Race was the top of the food chain, one of the most powerful and ancient creatures. His tribe and his people - could it be that just because of his momentary softheartedness, they had to suffer this disaster?
Regret surged in his heart like a tide, almost drowning Eric. His eyes turned red, and he gritted his teeth, intending to cast a high-level magic that Evan had once taught him.
But as soon as he thought of it, he was pulled back to reality by the situation of his tribesmen. Casting it here, he wasn't sure it wouldn't affect them...
