"Clan Leader!"
"Clan Leader, your wound..."
The surrounding White Armor tribesmen instantly gathered around, unable to hide the worry on their faces.
"This little wound is not enough to bring Isaiah down." The lion-like man's voice resonated within the tribe as he strode boldly towards the village outskirts.
There, Alva was engaged in a bloody fight with the remnants of the Beast Tide alongside the Wolf Armor Group.
On that extremely masculine young body, scars were densely covered.
A Black Star Wolf, over 2 meters tall, pounced. A flash of silver appeared, and the wolf let out a tragic howl as its large head was chopped off with an axe.
"Alva! You, the Child of the Starry Sky of the White Armor Tribe, can you hold on for another half Star Time?"
"Heh~" With unruly long hair flinging sweat and blood, Alva's mouth curved into a clear arc, laughing heartily, "Uncle Isaiah, you finally acknowledge me as the Child of the Starry Sky."
