Arriving outside the palace, Vrasha immediately recognized a familiar face waiting near the entrance. She had known this ogre since he was a boy.
"Oh, it's you, Brukka," Vrasha said as her gaze fixed on him, a small grin tugging at her lips.
Her expression quickly hardened as she asked, "Now tell me—why did you come all the way from our tribe to find me? Did the Dragon Blood Tribe attack us again?"
"It's not that, Commander Vrasha," Brukka replied calmly, shaking his head. "But we did catch a rat from the Dragon Blood Tribe lurking near our territory not long ago."
"Oh? A rat, you say?" Vrasha's brows arched, her face twisting in disgust.
"So those arrogant fools are spying on us again? Hmph! Typical of the Dragon Blood Tribe—cowards hiding behind their underhanded tricks." She snorted coldly, her eyes blazing with rage. The air itself grew heavy, the atmosphere around the palace thickening under the weight of her fury.
