At Crimsonfang Peak, the warriors of the Dragon Blood Tribe were training relentlessly. The training ground resounded with the constant clash of metal and the thunder of their roars.
The air was thick with tension, for war could erupt at any moment. Because of this, Kaelrath had extended the training sessions by four full hours.
This time, he would take no risks. He would never again make the mistake of underestimating an enemy. He had already paid the price for such arrogance—an unbearable price filled with shame and humiliation, one that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
The entire tribe shared his disgrace. As the most powerful tribe of the Beast Continent, their humiliation was unmatched.
And as their leader—the strongest warrior of the continent—Kaelrath's defeat at the hands of a woman had crushed them all.
