Somewhere in the city of the Darkmane Tribe…
"That mongrel!" Troy roared in anger upon receiving the report from the warriors who had just returned from Grimjaw Mountain. "He dares to give me an ultimatum?! That lowly brat!"
Jafar and the other Elders of the Darkmane Tribe were also present when the messengers had arrived. None of them had expected to hear such a result. It was simply unexpected.
The warriors feared for their life as they might all be killed after passing the message. After all, they were very familiar with their chieftain's hot temper. With that said, all the servants in their chieftain's residence were terrified of his temper.
Troy took in a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. He didn't know if the Chieftain of the Aslan Tribe was a lunatic. But through this incident, he realized one thing.
If he didn't take this seriously, his sons would be killed without a second thought.
