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.

Tribe. The powerful Matriarch hadn't shown up, even though her entire

said as he walked to Silva's side. "Including our own dead tribesmen, we have over 120 corpses to distribute. This means that,

keep track of how many equally powerful beasts they had consumed. The Land Camp will gain more than

you sigh? Isn't that a good thing?"

wars in the past. We always gained new companions, and the Tribe grew bigger. Yet, my army had

followed our Leader's advice one time, and my camp has

accepting new recruits, you increase the quantity

a step forward. Your old way had stability in mind. Your goal was to not lose because winning

absentmindedly looked at his resting camp, but he was listening to Orthar. "You know," he said. "I could have created a distraction at the front. Then, all their firepower would

casualties while integrating over 50% of the enemy's army into our ranks. In theory,

"You consider Lords as leaders, not as soldiers. Yet, if the

understand Gravis' mindset. Yet, he somehow wasn't able to completely agree to it. That was because

to see the Sand Kingdom. He was still rather young, and the Sand Tribe had already deteriorated

you for your guidance,

Then, Orthar looked deeper into

determined eyes. "I wish you luck,

"Don't let

"In the case that I

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

he started hovering and shot towards the core of the hyenas'

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