Lightning Is the Only Way

The war raged on for many minutes. Typically, such a battle would take longer, but the Land Camp was only interested in blood right now. They attacked with reckless abandon, overwhelming the defensive hyenas.

By now, around 25 of the 60 beasts from the Land Camp had died. Yet, the losses on the side of the hyenas were way more devastating. They fell from around 100 beasts to just 30. The hyenas' morale had utterly vanished by now. They were killing their enemies, but, in turn, they were completely slaughtered.

"RAAAAAA!"

And that was the straw that broke the camel's back. The panther that had ambushed the general had triumphed. The panther was injured all over its body, and even a leg was missing, but it stood triumphantly over the general's corpse.

The hyenas grew panicked and started to concentrate more on defending than attacking. This only made their situation even worse. On top of that, around a third of them had started scattering in all directions.

Another third realized what was happening and started laying down in submission. It was better to join a new Tribe than to die.

"Kill them," Silva ordered atop another two corpses.

The beasts were all shocked for a bit. This was unlike Silva. He usually accepted the surrender and included the enemy into their Tribe to strengthen it. Yet, on this day, he decided against that.

The beasts immediately continued the slaughter crazily. They hadn't expected such a command from their commander, but that didn't mean that they didn't like it. In actuality, they preferred killing their enemy.

In nearly no time at all, nearly every hyena was dead. Only a number in the single digits managed to flee. After that, silence fell upon the land. The beasts were exhausted and laid down to treat their injuries.

Meanwhile, Silva looked at the remaining beasts of his Land Camp. "33," he said as he finished counting. Together with the 14 hyenas still in the River Tribe and the couple of land beasts keeping watch over the other borders, the land camp only had a total of about 55 beasts left.

Silva sighed as he realized that a lot of his companions had died. Yet, this was what everyone wanted. He was giving his camp the freedom to decide their own future. Most of the relatively weak beasts had died, while most of the stronger beasts survived. The Land Camp's total strength had been reduced, but the average strength of the members had increased.

territory of the Hyena Tribe. The powerful Matriarch hadn't shown up, even though her

Silva's side. "Including our own dead tribesmen, we have over 120 corpses to distribute. This means that, on average, every beast will

he looked at the resting Land Camp. "The members of the Land Camp keep track of how many equally powerful beasts they had consumed.

that a good thing?"

again. "I didn't sigh because it's a bad thing. I have won several battles and wars in the past. We always gained new companions, and the Tribe grew bigger. Yet, my army had never produced

followed our Leader's advice one time, and my camp has become as powerful as never

the quantity of your army,

to not lose because winning can cost a lot. This

created a distraction at the front. Then, all their firepower would concentrate there. After that,

won this battle with less than ten casualties while integrating over 50% of the enemy's army into our ranks. In theory, this result sounds way better. Instead of

have the wrong goal," Orthar said. "You consider Lords as leaders, not as soldiers. Yet, if the commanders are

realization. He had tried so hard to understand Gravis' mindset. Yet, he somehow wasn't able to completely agree to it. That was because he hadn't

was still rather young, and the Sand Tribe had already deteriorated before he joined the army. Yet, after listening to Orthar's

another sigh. "Thank you for your

a bit. "No problem. After all, that's my job." Then, Orthar looked deeper

with determined eyes. "I

let Gravis hear that,"

what Orthar meant, but Orthar continued speaking before he could ask. "In the case that I don't return, I

his eyes. A beast that was able to keep another Lord in check couldn't be simple. There was a real chance that Orthar

he started hovering and shot towards

his destination. In front of him was a high-rank Spirit Plant. This