The centaur chief and Verc fought with all their might for hours; their exchanges were fierce that the bystander warriors couldn't even dare to interfere.
The raw intensity of their confrontation had effectively locked down the entire central district of the settlement, transforming the open area into a highly volatile zone where loose rock, broken wood posts, and stray bursts of mana energy flew through the air continuously. The others could only watch from the absolute safety of the far perimeter structures, their hands trembling against the handles of their standard spears as they witnessed a level of violence that completely surpassed their normal understanding of tribal warfare.
Every single forward thrust from the chief's heavy axe generated a howling wind that tore across the packed earth, while Verc's blade answered with a sharp, high-pitched chime that echoed off the distant treeline like a continuous thunderstorm.
But alas—when the sun fell and the moon came out...
